A foreign street, a distant land, the private hospital was located in a tranquil area, so when Daisy Ginger ran out, she didn't see anyone around.
Once her emotions relaxed, she felt exhausted and casually found a bench to sit on.
She was both tired and hungry.
She leaned her head back, looked at the starry sky above, and zoned out for a moment.
By the time she had completely calmed down, more than an hour had passed.
She hadn't brought Erin Ginger with her, and at this moment, she didn't feel like going back to fetch him.
The father and son were so in sync; perhaps, without her, he would be happy living with Edward Stephens?
She simply couldn't understand what she had been doing all these years.
The child she secretly gave birth to, Edward Stephens hadn't taken care of him for a single day, yet it was clear they connected well. Even James Shelton, who took care of him every day, was not a priority in his heart.
