Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Tsk, aren’t they getting along quite well?

Daisy Ginger gave her a strange look, then opened the door and walked out, coldly scolding the servants, "Is it that when I’m not home, you’re too lazy to even cook? I spend so much money a month to hire you, not so you can lay around and rest in my house!"

The servants couldn’t help but voice their grievances.

A chubby-faced maid said aggrievedly, "Miss, we did cook for Miss Emily. But Miss Emily didn’t want to open the door, and we can’t... force her to open it, can we?"

Another servant chimed in, "Exactly. Miss, yesterday Mrs. Leighton went to bathe Miss Emily and got scratched hard on the arm by her; there are still five finger marks!"

"..." Is Emily Ginger really so fierce at home?

Daisy frowned, glancing at the group of complaining servants. They were so incompetent, unable to handle such minor issues, yet they came to whine to her.

She led Emily Ginger out of the room and ordered the servants to take her for a walk in the garden. The servants, nervously holding Emily’s hand, breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t resist.

front of Daisy, and even now, in her confused state, she was no different. Peeking at Daisy with grievance in her eyes, seeing Daisy staring coldly back, she dared not say another

left her room since returning from the hospital, was finally out in the sun today, to the astonishment of the

guidance. She couldn’t help thinking that Emily didn’t seem as terrible as Abigail Perry had described. Either Abigail exaggerated or Daisy was

the garden for half

the sofa, hugging her knees, seemingly sulking, head down, neither looking at Daisy nor

gazing coldly, with no consideration of aggravating the patient, directly saying, "Your mom is in the hospital now, and will likely spend the rest of her life there. Your guardianship is

eyes reddened, looking at her, seeing

still invoked pity. The servants who had cared for her since childhood rushed over to comfort

Pushed aside, Daisy: "..."

this

again. Can’t take care of her daughter