"Edward, is this how you take care of Daisy? She sprained her ankle, why did you let her walk by herself? You are so careless. In any case you should have given her a piggy-back ride. Don't tell me you can't lift her. Daisy is thin and slim. There's no excuse." Tom seized every chance to scoff at Edward. It was such a good opportunity, he was not going to miss it. So he kept nagging and blaming Edward the whole time he was there.

  "Tom, it's not his fault. He wasn't there when I got injured." Daisy was not a person who liked to falsely blame others. So she eagerly tried to explain why Edward "allowed" this to happen. Edward wasn't around when she got injured, and she didn't tell him when they met up. All in all, she caused the injury all by herself. There was no reason to be angry with him. And she knew it was common that a rich young man like Edward would become moody and petulant sometimes. He had a temper, but she could bear it. Moreover, what he did was not totally unacceptable compared with what other people did when they got unhappy about something.

  "You weren't with her when she got hurt? Edward, what's wrong with you? I am wondering how you take care of Daisy. You seemed oblivious that she got injured so seriously. What were you doing at that time?" Tom seemed to indulge himself in the roasting he was giving Edward. He applied the medicine he brought with him to Daisy's feet while he kept blaming Edward. He was like a whiny and annoying housewife, reluctant to stop talking even for one second, while Edward was strangely silent today. He didn't try to make any excuses and took all the blame. Because he thought he was responsi

  y, I use only the finest medicines. Nothing but the best for her." Tom stared at Edward. Did Edward really think that he was that mercenary? Of course, only Daisy could receive such special treatment. If it were Edward, it would be another case. After all, he was so rich. If Tom didn't exploit Edward, he would feel guilty for not doing so for all the poor people in the world.

  Jonathan watched their exchanges in silence. In truth, whenever he saw this, he admired his son. Not because Edward was young, it was because no matter how lonely Edward was, he had several close friends that he could turn to and have fun with. Such friendship was a foreign thing that Jonathan had never experienced. Therefore he was deeply touched by this.

  "Okay, let's go for a walk in the garden. Let the young people enjoy themselves." Cynthia was the one who knew Jonathan best. The subtlest change in his emotions would not escape her eyes. Except for her, no one knew the sorrow which was hidden in the bottom of his heart. Even if he thought he had covered it without leaving any trace, nothing got past Cynthia.