<h4>Chapter 229: Chapter 229: The old things of the past will eventually be reced by the new.</h4>


    In the car, Daisy Ginger sat in the passenger seat, a broken toy bear ced on herp, her head lowered, lost in thought.


    Edward Stephens opened the car door and got in. Seeing her dazed and sullen expression, he reached into the pile of torn fabric of the toy bear and pulled out the bunch of recording equipment inside.


    Daisy didn’t react much, she only raised her head and gave him a nce.


    Edward toyed with the small ck recording box in his hand and asked Daisy, "What’s inside?"


    "It’s been broken for a long time, can’t be fixed." Daisy said ndly, "...A birthday gift I once received."


    "Who gave it to you?"


    "..." Daisy nced at him, pursed her lips slightly, and said ndly, "It has nothing to do with you."


    Edward had given her quite a lot in the past, but she never knew how to cherish them, she lost some, broke some, and only when the person was gone did she subconsciously go back to sort things out.


    The memories left at the end turned out to be just this little bit.


    Originally, she thought that after moving out with Edward, it wouldn’t matter if they never returned to that superficial home at Ginger Residence. She intended to take what she needed upon being discharged today, not expecting to run into Abigail Perry, that madwoman.


    Edward nced at her, put the recording box into his pocket, "I’ll have it repaired in a week."


    Hearing this, Daisy actually started tough.


    She propped up her face, turned her head to look at him, "I’ve visited many repair shops, and the professionals there said it couldn’t be fixed. Are you better than those professional repairers?"


    Edward held onto the steering wheel, and said softly, "You can wait and see after a week."


    Seeing him so confident, the gloom in Daisy’s heart lessened quite a bit. She didn’t actually expect anyone to fix it; the contents weren’t worth spending millions to repair, just a simple "Happy Birthday" left behind by someone.


    Now that Edward was back, how could any old object be more precious than having him alive and here?


    Daisy chuckled lightly, yet still gamely nodded, "Then I’ll wait for you."


    After passing an intersection, the man suddenly pulled the car over to the side.


    Daisy was startled, nced at the surrounding tall buildings, and asked confused, "What’s wrong?"


    Edward reached out his hand toward her, "Give me the bear."


    Daisy looked at his inscrutable expression and handed over the bear she was holding.


    "What’s going on?"


    "I’ll have it repaired for you."


    Finishing his words, he took the bear in his hand, got out of the car, and left.


    Repaired for her?


    That shabby and torn toy bear?


    Daisy leaned against the window and couldn’t help but shout toward him, "Edward, stop messing around!"


    Fix it? She was nning to throw it away.


    Edward walked ahead with his back to her; hearing her voice, he waved a hand at her.


    Soon, his tall figure turned a corner and disappeared from her sight.


    Daisy couldn’t figure out what kind of quirky idea was in Edward’s head. Sitting in the car, she kept thinking about Edward’s words — have it repaired for you.


    Somehow, this kind of inherently unconvincing statement,ing from his mouth, surprisingly seemed dependable.


    Daisy couldn’t help butugh. The gloomy mood influenced by Abigail was instantly reced by a sense of anticipation, brightening her spirits.


    "Thank you for shopping. Need it packed?"


    The cashierdy beamed at the young man who came to her counter, her gaze falling on the sharp lines of his profile, a hint of amazement shing in her eyes.


    "No need." The man scanned the code to pay, lowered his head, and pointed at the toy bear in his hand, "Please cut off the tag."


    The female cashier kindly helped cut off the tag, watching the man walk out of the store carrying the toy bear.


    Plush toys and young men, such a perfect match. Thedy’s face flushed with excitement.


    *


    Edward held the newly bought bear with one hand, passed by a trash bin, and casually tossed the old one directly into it.


    After tossing the bear, he slid one hand into his pocket and walked straight back towards the car.


    From afar, he saw Daisy sitting by the window.


    She sat there hugging her knees, seemingly waiting for him, with a bored expression.


    Her long, fluffy hair tied up at the back, delicate features radiant under the sunlight.


    Edward squinted his eyes slightly, walked up, opened the car door, and tossed the new toy bear he bought onto Daisy’sp.


    Daisy hadn’t noticed him walking over; caught unprepared by a plush toy flung into her arms, she let out a startled yelp. When she realized, she picked it up to take a look.


    "Repaired it for you."


    Daisy couldn’t help butugh, she held the bear, eyes glistening like stars, looked at Edward, "Edward, are you silly?"


    Buying a new one for her meant it’s repaired?


    The manzily got in the car, watching the smile on her face, his lips curled slightly too, "Don’t they look alike?"


    "Quite simr..." Daisy touched it, "But it can’t talk."


    "It will after it’s repaired."


    Daisy squinted her eyes inughter, hugging the newly bought plush toy, "Then I’ll barely expect it."


    Edward cast her a nce, let out a small chuckle, restarted the car, and drove forward.


    Old things of the past will eventually be reced by new ones.


    People too.


    *


    Ginger Residence.


    Abigail Perry shivering, trembling, got up from the ground.


    The servants gathered around, seeing her pale face and white lips, none dared to assist her.


    Abigail ignored them, stood up, turned around, wobbled and lost-hearted, and went upstairs.


    Downstairs, a group of servants stood together, watched the figure of the mistress leaving, feeling for some reason, the atmosphere of this house had be strange ever since Daisy moved out.


    The mad Second Miss and the neurotic mistress cast a gloomy smell over this old vi.


    Although the sry was generous, there had been about ten servants resigning in the past months intermittently.


    ...


    Outside Emily Ginger’s room, there were untouched dishes ced.


    The carefully prepared and delicious food had already gone cold.


    Abigail suppressed the difort in her throat, stepped up and knocked on the door, speaking to her daughter inside the room, "Emily,e out and eat something, you haven’t eaten breakfast nor lunch, how can your body take it."


    Inside the room, it was quiet, not a sound came out.


    Abigail listened to the silence and found it increasingly unbearable.


    She said hoarsely, "Emily, Mom only has you now, don’t leave Mom alone... Today Daisy, that little bitch, came over, she and Edward ganged up to bully Mom, Emily, Mom is so pitiful now."


    Abigail leaned at the door, mutteringints quietly, thinking back to the days when she and Emily relied on each other. Although Daisy bullied her before, it was nothingpared to now being all alone! Since Emily went mad, while taking care of her, she lost contact with her old societydies and friends, now thinking about it, she couldn’t even find a person to talk to anymore.