NovelBookChapter 91: Chapter 91: A Grand and Passionate Firework
lan Linton nodded gracefully, "Then I'll trouble you, Auntie." He walked to the door, suddenly turned his head,
and smiled at Abigail Perry, "Auntie looks very beautiful today, it suits you well."
Upon hearing this, Abigail Perry's face lit up, and she couldn't help but say, "Really? This was designed forby
Mrs. Carter's designer, that designer..."
lan Linton smiled faintly, "Mrs. Carter's family has been in the design industry for generations, their aesthetics
are indeed unique."
An aristocratic family so noble and distinguished, if Emily Ginger hadn’t married into the Linton family, Abigail
Perry might never have set foot into the Carter Residence, nor would she have been included in that circle.
lan Linton’s words made Abigail Perry both excited and proud, her delight was undeniable despite her heavy
makeup.
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lan Linton smiled gently again, "This week the Woods Estate is hosting a charity event, | have two invitations
here. I'll have my secretary send them over tomorrow, you and Emily can go have fun."
Abigail Perry nodded eagerly, "That sounds good, I'll take Emily to relax."
"I'm busy with work, so I'll have to trouble Auntie to take care of Emily," lan Linton said softly.
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all. I'm Emily's mother, it’s my duty to care for my daughter," Abigail Perry
hastily went over to send lan Linton downstairs. After coming back, her joyful expression was impossible to hide.
Even though she had married into the Ginger Residence, invitations from those noble and proud families were
always sent directly to Daisy Ginger, and they never spared her even a glance.
The upper-class circle is hard to enter, and Daisy would never take them inside; they kept to themselves while
Abigail Perry had been eagerly eyeing the outskirts of this circle for eight years. Now, finally, relying on Emily
Ginger, she had taken a step in, her inner excitement and pride were impossible to contain.
She walked over to sit on the bed, gazed at her daughter's tender, fair face, couldn't help but grasp her hand,
and silently thought, Emily, mom is counting on you for the rest of her life, please don’t let mom down.
*
Edward Stephens was driving, couldn't help but pick up the phone and call Daisy Ginger.
The sky had unknowingly turned gloomy, clouds gathered thick, covering the starlight, as if it might rain at any
moment.
Edward glanced at the navigation system, realizing it would take more than an hour to reach Goldsand Beach,
clearly unable to make it before midnight.
No one answered the phone, he rarely felt a faint sense of frustration, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat,
glanced at the pink gift box, his lips pressed thinly, and his hand gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.
At spoint, it started raining.
Daisy Ginger lifted her face from her knees, her gaze somewhat bewildered as she looked up at the sky where a
light drizzle drifted down.
Today doesn’t seem suitable for a birthday.
It’s raining, the stars are gone, and the fireworks weren't as beautiful as they used to be.
She hugged her knees, sat idly for a while, then turned her head to look at the nearby road.
It was almost midnight, and Edward Stephens still hadn't come.
Feeling a bit cold, she slowly tightened her hold on her legs, burying her face in her knees.
It was as if she had set off a grand and intense fireworks display in her heart all by herself, and now that the
fireworks were over, she felt completely empty.
She closed her eyes, unsure if she felt disappointed or sad, just that she was a bit weary.
Sometimes, anticipation really isn't a good thing.
The disappointment that follows is unbearable.
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