CHAPTER 505: REFRESH HIS WORLDVIEW

"Stepmother, stepmother, stepmother." Daisy Ginger threw a bunch of leaves at his face, "When did I say I wanted to be your stepmother? A brat like you, I wouldn’t take even if you were free, so stop being narcissistic, okay?!"

"You!" George Stephens spat out a dry leaf from his mouth, spitting repeatedly, looking up at Daisy Ginger with disdain and anger, "How can there be a woman like you in this world?!"

His mother was always gentle and all the servants around Robert Stephens who took care of him were also very quiet. He had never seen a woman like Daisy Ginger who was not gentle, not considerate, and even used violence on him.

He hated her even more!

Daisy Ginger punched him, venting her anger, and now couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him.

She glanced at him, let out a mocking chuckle, walked over and sat on some dead leaves, "I’m also curious how there can be such a vicious brat like you in this world."

Thinking of murder at such a young age, who knows what a ruthless person he will grow up to be.

Someone as gentle as Edward Stephens, yet he has such a malicious son, it’s simply ruining him.

George couldn’t out-argue her and couldn’t outfight her. Now trapped in this cave, without any help, his butt stinging painfully, worse than when Edward Stephens slapped him, he couldn’t even sit down.

He was incredibly aggrieved, feeling like the sky was falling, hugging his legs, he started crying loudly.

Daisy Ginger was never sympathetic, sitting on a pile of dead leaves, coldly watching him cry over there, as she leisurely took out some cookies from her bag and started eating.

George cried for a while, looked up, and saw Daisy Ginger not paying him any mind, still eating over there.

It’s infuriating, how could there be such a woman...

He felt his entire worldview had been turned upside down.

Daisy Ginger ate for a while, then took out some water, drank a few sips, finally feeling her strength recovering a bit.

Turning her head, she saw George squatting beside her, watching her.

The little noble boy, now covered in dirt, leaves she had just scattered on his hair, his fair little face was dirty in patches, looking like a little beggar.

Daisy Ginger felt no sympathy for him; he brought this on himself!

What kind of family upbringing, diving into deep forests at such a young age, truly like a newborn calf not afraid of the tiger!

"Why are you looking at me?" Daisy Ginger shook the water bottle in her hand, mocking, "Have a crush on me?"

"Narcissistic bad woman." George muttered, turning his head away angrily, refusing to look at her.

He quieted down, looking somewhat weak.

Right, a three-year-old child, dressed thinly, spent the night in such a place, without any water or food, cold and hungry, even an adult couldn’t withstand it, let alone a little kid like him.

To his credit, he even had the energy to cry and fight with her just now.

Daisy Ginger took out another box of cookies from her bag, deliberately tearing open the food packaging, making a "rustling" sound.

George’s gaze, as if glued, couldn’t help but stick back to her.

Daisy Ginger chuckled inwardly, took a piece of cookie in front of him and put it in her mouth.

"Gulp."

He made a loud swallowing sound.

The cave was too quiet, Daisy Ginger heard it loud and clear, and burst out laughing with a "pfft".

George heard her laughter, and his little face turned bright red. He looked at Daisy Ginger with tears in his eyes, buried his face in his legs, and his whole body started trembling with shame.