In his youth, Ethan often came over to Devin’s house for meals, where Daisy Miller's cooking was always delicious.
However, after ten years had passed, Ethan's appearance had changed so much that Daisy no longer recognized him. But Ethan still recognized her—this kind woman who had treated him like her own son.
“I’m Addison’s mother, and you are?” Daisy asked, her wariness easing.
Ethan replied: “I’m Addison’s former teammate. I’ve come in his place to visit you.”
“Oh, you’re a friend of Addison’s? Come in and let’s talk inside.” Daisy smiled warmly, inviting Ethan in before closing the gate.
As they entered, they stepped into a small courtyard, barely a hundred square meters in size. There was a large osmanthus tree in the middle, surrounded by dry firewood and bags filled with disca
