CHAPTER 506: WHAT BAD IDEA ARE YOU UP TO AGAIN, LITTLE BEGGAR?

They’ve been bullied too harshly.

Even kids have their pride.

Daisy Ginger chewed on her biscuit, eyeing the trembling George Stephens. She let out a snicker and tossed a piece of biscuit at him.

George Stephens looked up at the small piece of biscuit, hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t resist the hunger. He picked it up and stuffed it in his mouth.

Daisy Ginger sat up straight from the ground, watching George Stephens’s little face as he chewed. This guy indeed knew how to adapt to the situation. She thought he wouldn’t eat it.

After finishing, George Stephens glanced over again.

"Want more?"

George Stephens licked his lips but didn’t make a sound.

Like a little wolf.

Daisy Ginger thought about her own obedient son at home, compared the two, and felt her son was just an angel.

"Come here."

She waved him over.

George Stephens bit his lip and didn’t move.

"Are you coming over or not?" Daisy Ginger squinted her eyes dangerously.

As an adult, she felt no pressure bullying a child.

"What... what do you want to do?" George Stephens didn’t know if he was scared of her hitting him, but his voice was much weaker, lacking the initial arrogance.

"When I tell you to come, you come. What’s with all the talk? Do you want water or not?"

"..." George Stephens saw the bottled water in her hand, his eyes lit up, and he involuntarily stood up, shuffling over to Daisy Ginger.

He reached for the water in Daisy Ginger’s hand but was swatted away by her.

"Apologize first."

"You!" He looked at Daisy Ginger in disbelief, turned his head angrily, and said, "I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize?"

"You set a snake on me but did nothing wrong?" Daisy Ginger laughed in anger. "Ungrateful brat, do you believe I’ll beat you up again?"

"You stole my dad!"

"He was never yours, to begin with."

George Stephens’s face turned pale as he looked up at her.

"He doesn’t love you; you know that, right?"

"Nonsense!" George Stephens loudly retorted, "Dad loves me. It’s just that you’ve led him astray. He still gives me birthday gifts. Don’t talk nonsense!"

Daisy Ginger said coldly, "If he truly loved you, he wouldn’t be led astray by me."

"..." George Stephens’s eyes reddened again. He lowered his head and said nothing more, tears falling onto the leaves beneath.

"Acting like this won’t make him like you any more." Daisy Ginger advised, "No one likes a naughty child, and your dad is no different."

"It’s still your fault, you evil woman..." he said, feeling extremely wronged, "Dad never comes to see mom and me. It must be because you seduced him and made him unwilling to come home."

Daisy Ginger listened and fell silent.

This child’s birth was a big mistake.

But Charlotte Smith’s mistake ended up hurting a child who had already been born.

Edward Stephens is a victim, and so is he. He longs for his father’s love, but this longing will probably never be fulfilled in this lifetime.

Daisy Ginger said indifferently, "With all this talk, don’t you want to drink water?"

George Stephens lifted his tearful eyes to look at her.

Daisy Ginger unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a small cup, and handed it to him.

George Stephens looked at her in shock.

"Are you going to drink it or not?" she asked impatiently.

The kid had never suffered such grievances in his life, protected by Robert Stephens like a little tyrant of the Stephens family, no one dared to offend him.

All the bitterness of this life had been suffered at the hands of Daisy Ginger.

He reluctantly brought his head over, took a small sip, his throat barely moistened, and was already finished.

"Want more?" Daisy Ginger asked.

"..." He reluctantly nodded his head.

"Apologize."

"..."

"Say you’re sorry."

"..."

Daisy Ginger glanced at him, chuckled lightly, reached over to retrieve the bottle cap, and screwed it back on the water bottle.

"..." George Stephens’s lips moved.

Daisy Ginger slanted her gaze at him. "Hmm?"

"Sorry." It came out as a mosquito’s hum.

"Can’t hear you."

George Stephens’s face turned red again. Reluctantly and angrily, he looked at Daisy Ginger, seeing the disdain in her eyes, and had no choice but to lower his head: "Sorry!"

He felt utterly embarrassed, wanting to cry.

Daisy Ginger watched him in this deeply aggrieved state, laughing internally for several rounds before gracefully opening the water again, giving him seven or eight bottle caps full.

George Stephens smacked his little mouth, finally quenched his thirst, but still wanted more.

"No," Daisy Ginger took the water back, "first, eat some biscuits."

Starving for so long, drinking too much water isn’t good for his stomach.

"Stingy." He muttered.

Daisy Ginger chuckled, "Little beggar."

George Stephens: "..."

George Stephens got ten biscuits from Daisy Ginger.

Then she fed him a few more sips of water.

The child’s appetite wasn’t big; after a bit, he felt better.

Daisy Ginger dug out a few pieces of chocolate from her bag, tossed him two, "Eat. Replenish some sugar."

George Stephens unwrapped the chocolate, stuffed it in his mouth, then lifted his head to survey Daisy Ginger.

Daisy Ginger sat in the only spot with direct sunlight in the cave, eating chocolate as well. Her hair was adorned with shimmering gold by the sunlight, tinged a light brown, her features flawless.

Clearly a bad woman, yet she looked so beautiful.

Daisy Ginger turned her head, meeting George Stephens’s eyes, raised an eyebrow, "What mischief are you plotting now, little beggar?"

"...Hmph." The little brat looked away, angrily sitting down nearby, pressing on his bruised backside, and yelped loudly.

Daisy Ginger burst into laughter.

After being disciplined once by her, George Stephens’s skin had become much tougher than before. Seeing Daisy Ginger laugh at him, he didn’t get as furious as earlier, just sitting there sullenly, curled into a small ball.

"Little beggar, come here."

Daisy Ginger called him over again.

George Stephens really didn’t want to deal with her but was afraid of her hitting him.

She looked skinny, but her strength was terrifying. His butt still hurt faintly.

"Little beggar, didn’t you hear me calling you over?"

George Stephens unwillingly stood up and slowly moved towards Daisy Ginger, speaking with a fierce facade but anxious inside: "What... what do you want to do again?"

Daisy Ginger took off her long-sleeved jacket and threw it at the little brat, "Put it on."

"..." The jacket still carried Daisy Ginger’s body warmth. George Stephens was startled, watching her sit in the sun bare-armed, blinking rapidly.

Daisy Ginger saw his dumbfounded expression and couldn’t help but laugh, "What, don’t know how to put on clothes?"

"Why... why are you giving it to me?" He muttered softly, feeling a bit awkward.

"It’s just to prevent you from freezing to death here." Daisy Ginger leaned against the rock wall, basking in the sun, "It’s getting to afternoon soon. Once the sun’s gone, the temperature will drop. You’ve been freezing all night before; can you handle it again?"