Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 380: Chapter 408: Call her "sister.

Daisy Ginger took a glance at Emily Ginger, who was obediently standing in front of the housekeeper. She was wearing a white dress, her hair was smooth, her clothes were neat; it seemed the family’s servants were taking good care of her.

She had always been a likable little girl. When Abigail Perry was around, the family was partial to her, and now that Abigail Perry was no longer here, the family’s servants showed even more compassion for her.

As if fearing Daisy Ginger’s gaze, Emily Ginger cowered behind the housekeeper, peeking with curiosity but also a bit of fear as she looked at her.

"Young Madam, have you had dinner?"

Daisy Ginger shook her head, and the housekeeper immediately called for someone to prepare a meal for her.

After an eight-hour flight, Daisy Ginger felt a faint fatigue. She went over, sat on the sofa, casually picked up the remote, and pressed a few buttons to check the TV programs. The TV was broadcasting financial news from a few days ago, and she subconsciously put down the remote to watch, feeling the cushion next to her dip slightly.

She turned her head and saw Emily Ginger, who had somehow edged closer in a slow, hesitant manner.

Seeing her turn, Emily Ginger seemed frightened, froze in her actions, not daring to move, only staring wide-eyed, cautiously looking at her.

very much like a young child. The doctor also said that her mental age might only be

recalled the time when Emily Ginger stretched out her hand

the rainy day, when Emily Ginger was facing

more patient with her that day, perhaps she wouldn’t have

sharp as before, and she wasn’t

person in this world who still shared a blood

was like being soaked

sister, and she always dismissed it. Only now was she gradually realizing the

Alice Lesser passed away, she became a rootless floating plant in this world, unattached, with

at Emily Ginger’s face, which bore a slight resemblance

never was, as

this world,

and Zoe Hilker, though both orphans, they still embraced

holding one of Emily Ginger’s fingers: "... Let’s get

afraid of being touched, her hand slightly trembling, but