Daisy Ginger didn't know what she meant by "holding onto a little bit," but she wasn't interested in finding out.
She said to Charlotte Smith, "I won't help you, Miss Smith. You've asked the wrong person."
Charlotte slowly lowered her head, "Daisy, about what happened that night, I'll explain it to you and Edward. Couldn't you help me, please?"
Daisy looked at her with cold firmness in her voice, "There's nothing to explain. I don't need you to explain."
"..."
Charlotte's face gradually turned pale.
She was silent for a long time until footsteps sounded behind Daisy.
Daisy turned back to see Edward Stephens coming down from the stairs.
The man's hair was tousled from sleep, and his steps were lazy. When he saw Charlotte on the sofa, he paused and frowned lightly.
Charlotte stood up abruptly from the sofa.
Her pale little face showed a hint of surprise and panic.
