Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: The Unloved Person Is the Third Wheel

Emily Ginger was stared down by her cold gaze, her face gradually turning pale. After a moment of silence, she bit her lip and softly said to Daisy Ginger, "Sister, please let me have Edward... You’ve taken my father since we were kids, why do you even have to fight me for Edward?"

Daisy Ginger’s expression was remarkably calm. She looked at Emily Ginger and said coldly, "It was you who took my father."

"Sister..." Emily Ginger started to cry, but before she could finish, Daisy coldly cut her off: "You don’t have the right to call me sister, and I’ve never recognized you as my sister."

Emily Ginger looked at her in a daze, her face stung by Daisy’s coldness. She cried, "I’m also Dad’s daughter, but you know that since I was a child, I could only hide in the corner, watching Dad hold you. I didn’t even dare to wish for a hug; you could ride on Dad’s shoulders to the amusement park, but I couldn’t even pay for a school trip. Do you know how I feel? What did I do wrong to be born without a father? You took all the paternal love meant for me since we were kids, and now you want to fight me for Edward. Daisy Ginger, you’re so smart and beautiful, why can’t you just give in a little? I don’t compete with you for anything, please don’t tear Edward and me apart, okay?"

Emily Ginger’s voice was soft and inherently weak; even in such a hysterical state, it didn’t sound unpleasant.

resembling her own, and the coldness in her eyes

day she first saw Emily Ginger, only remembering that shortly after Gabriel Ginger divorced her mother, he suddenly brought home a mother and

dressed small face, Daisy’s mind buzzed. Not for any other reason, but because Emily’s

was only a few hours younger than her. When her mother was struggling in labor for her father at the hospital, there was also a woman

shared the same

never celebrated

over Banyan City and found her by the sea after three days and nights. He comforted her for a long

her many perfect promises, as if if she wanted, he would

...

surge of laughter welling up from deep in her throat as she looked at