"No." Amelia Miller avoided her gaze and clenched one hand at her side.
"Very well." Mia Ginger stood up, "I don't like forcing people, and I have little patience. If one day you think you remembered wrong, or suddenly want to tell me, you can come find me again."
Amelia Miller kept her head down and didn't say a word.
Mia Ginger walked past her, which made the sweat on Amelia's forehead heavier.
The feeling was eerie.
The younger daughter, who unexpectedly returned home, liked wearing flat shoes. Despite being slender, in flat shoes she walked silently, as elusive as a cat.
When Mia Ginger returned to her room, she passed by Koa Jackson's room.
Aunt Lee was inside tidying up, wearing slippers.
Mia Ginger glanced at the shoes left at the door and naturally did not enter.
"Miss Ginger?" Aunt Lee turned her head and saw her, smiling, "Did you enjoy dinner?"
"Yes, very tasty, thank you." Mia Ginger smiled and nodded.