CHAPTER 491: I DON’T WANT TO BE A STEPMOTHER

He had no idea how long he had been standing there.

Nor did he know how much he had overheard.

Evidently just a three-year-old child, but being stared at by his pitch-black eyes, Daisy Ginger was covered in goosebumps.

Indescribably frightening.

"Your name is George, right." Daisy forced herself to greet him, the child gave her a cold glance, said not a word, held onto his ball, turned around, and left.

"..." What was that? Did she offend him again?

Daisy shook her head somewhat helplessly, feeling a bit unlucky.

A rare moment of whispering with Edward Stephens was overheard by this little brat.

Could it be that he doesn’t want her to be his stepmother?

She didn’t want a spooky son either...

*

Fearing that George might sneak something into her room again, Daisy stayed inside all day, even having her meals brought to her by Elena Raven.

She was indeed afraid of Edward’s bizarre son’s conduct, only hoping that Robert Stephens would come to his senses and take George away sooner.

...

...

...

In the evening, Daisy finished the takeaway meal in her room with Elena Raven.

If Robert Stephens’ arrival meant anything positive for the actors and crew, it was probably that the catering had improved significantly on set.

After all, no one dared to scrimp on this young master’s meals, fearing even the slightest anger from him.

After dinner, Elena cleaned up the table, threw the trash outside, and sat beside Daisy to watch TV with her for a while.

Daisy was nibbling on sunflower seeds and curiously asked Elena, "Did you see Robert Stephens come to the set for anything?"

Elena asked in confusion, "Robert Stephens is the gentleman in the wheelchair, right?"

Daisy nodded, intrigued, and asked Elena, "Did he come to visit your set?"

"No." She shook her head, "But I did see him playing a ball-tossing game with his son."

Robert Stephens playing "toss the ball" with a child?

Daisy imagined that scene and found it somewhat creepy.

"You must have seen it wrong." Daisy stated confidently.

Besides, that wasn’t even Robert Stephens’ son...

Daisy sighed, a bit gloomily continuing to nibble on sunflower seeds.

She couldn’t understand why Robert would bring Edward’s son to such a godforsaken village—surely it couldn’t be just to have George visit Edward!

But thanks to Robert, night filming on set was significantly reduced, so she and Elena no longer had to stay up all night—Director Carter was worried about night shoots disturbing Robert’s rest, so he forced the scriptwriter to change most scenes to daytime.

So suddenly, everyone’s schedule became normal.

Elena watched TV for a while and soon got sleepy, getting up to return to her own room.

Daisy watched for a bit longer as well before heading to the bathroom to wash up and take a shower.

Elena had to get up around five o’clock for filming tomorrow, so Daisy had to rise early too.

After the shower, Daisy came out with wet hair draped over her shoulders, drying it with a towel while she opened the wardrobe to prepare her bed—

Thanks to George, she had to clean up the whole bed and stuff it into the wardrobe these days.

Daisy grabbed hold of her quilt cover, intending to pull out the blanket when suddenly her palm went cold, as if she had caught something icy.

That thing felt like a rope, yet it writhed, quickly slipping from her palm and crawling along her forearm!