After Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane entered the elevator, Kevin looked at the red handprint on Daisyâs wrist and asked softly, âDoes it hurt?â
Daisy shook her head.
Kevin gently massaged her wrist and said after a moment, âThatâs Lila Campbellâs room. Lila went missing at sea when she was 13 years old. The Lane Family has been searching for her, butâ¦â
He didnât finish the sentence, not wanting to speak the outcome that no one wanted to hear. So he took a pause and added, âThatâs why anything related to Lila gradually became a taboo for Roy Madison. He doesnât allow strangers to touch Lilaâs things.â
Daisy didnât say a word, just looking down at Kevinâs hand.
Thirteen years old⦠itâs been ten years since then.
Her memory only reaches back nearly ten years as well.
Kevin saw that she wasnât speaking and thought she was still angry. He cupped her face, making her look at him, and spoke gently, âIf youâre still angry⦠how about we go back and beat him up?â
Daisy chuckled lightly, âIsnât he your brother?â
âEven a brother canât bully my wife.â Kevin kissed the corner of her lips, âDonât worry, just give him a beating without ripping him to shreds.â
Daisy looked at him, smiled again, and then said softly, âKevin, letâs go back. I donât want to stay here any longer.â
âAlright, letâs go back.â
Upstairs, Roy Madison stared in a daze at the direction where Daisy had disappeared for a long time.
Amelie Quentin was alarmed by his state and kept comforting him and trying to dissuade him.
âBrother, donât scare me. Whatâs wrong with you?â Amelie Quentinâs voice was so urgent, it didnât even sound right anymore.
Hearing her sobbing voice, Roy Madison gradually came to his senses, touched her head, and said, âIâm sorry, I scared you.â
Amelie Quentinâs eyes filled with tears and she shook her head, âBrother, she didnât come up here on purpose. She thought I was in danger.â
âMhm.â Roy Madison clenched his still trembling fingers and asked, âShe isâ¦â
âDaisy Zane,â Amelie answered, âKevin Clark⦠Third Uncleâs wife.â
âDaisy Zaneâ¦â
Daisy Zane, Daisy Zane, Daisy Zaneâ¦
Roy Madison suddenly remembered the message Allonzo Hobson had sent to the group some time ago.
[â¦Where is the real Daisy Zane? Why did Brook Sister use Daisy Zaneâs identityâ¦]
[You can see from Brook Sisterâs layers of identity and various skills, does she seem like someone who grew up in Cold Green Village?]
And Hugo Clark had asked a question: [Who is she?]
No one gave a definitive answer.
No one knew who she wasâ¦
âBrother, the auction.â
Roy Madison took a deep breath and reluctantly adjusted his mood, smiling at Amelie Quentin and saying, âLetâs go down.â
âMhm.â
Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane returned to the Rose Garden.
After they arrived, Daisy went back to her room and took a bath.
Kevin noticed that Daisyâs mood was a little off, and he asked her about it, but she didnât want to say anything, so he didnât press the matter.
As Daisy soaked in the bath, she thought about Roy Madisonâs agitated expression.
Agitated, happy, incredulous, and⦠nervous, afraid.
As if he was afraid the sight before him was fake.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Daisy felt his boundless joy and his infinite sadness.
The way he looked at her, as if looking at a long-lost treasure.
And she knew the password for the room at the Doomsday Hotel, her inexplicable familiarity with Roy Madison, her inexplicable affection for Amelie Quentinâ¦
As well as the timeline of Lila Campbellâs disappearance.
All these pointed to one direction.
She is Lila Campbell.
At this thought, Daisy looked up, closed her eyes, and laughed.
She is Lila Campbell, she is Lila Campbellâ¦
She is actually Lila Campbell.
The one who made her jealous and envious. The one with parents, a brother, a sister. For whose birthday even her grandfather would travel thousands of miles from afar to celebrate. She was the young lady of the Lane Family who had been bathed in love and affection from the moment she was born.
She had never even dreamt of that.
For a moment, Daisy lifted her hand to cover her eyes and took a gentle breath.
At this moment⦠she really didnât know whether to envy herself or to feel sorry for herself.