So it turns out, during this period, he only brought so few things over, it didn’t even seem like he was living with her, more like he was on a business trip.
Apparently, he’s been treating her place like a hotel.
She looked at it and felt a bit like laughing.
Love can blind the eyes, put a filter over everything, and thinking back now, Edward Stephens’ treatment of her was actually no different from the beginning.
It was just that under her persistent pestering, he stopped speaking coldly.
Never gave her a kiss, never held her hand proactively, and never was overcome with emotion towards her.
How could one possibly hide love for someone?
Only she contented herself with his presence, rejoicing, thinking that his heart was gradually drawing near.
Clearly, he always hid his heart well, never giving an inch.
Daisy Ginger leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a low, embarrassed laugh.
If not for Emily Ginger’s incident, she might never have realized how ridiculous this time had been.
"Miss Ginger, Mr. Stephens’ things are all here now."
The steward looked at her expression, cautiously speaking to her.
Daisy Ginger nodded, "Send them back to the Stephens family."
The maid hesitated for a moment and didn’t dare to ask anything further, picking up the suitcase and quickly left.
Daisy Ginger sat in place, dazed for a while, and only afterward realized she was hungry, so she asked someone to make her breakfast.
When she entered the dining room, the sunflowers she bought from the florist yesterday were blooming brilliantly on the dining table.
She stood there for a while, then stepped forward, picked up the flowers, and threw them in the trash can.
She said, "Let’s switch to roses next time."
She really was so foolish.
Three days after the coma, Emily Ginger finally woke up. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
However, the worse situation had just begun.
She had lost her mind.
Overwhelmed with stress, mentally unstable, lost her civil capacity, accompanied by symptoms of schizophrenia. When she saw Abigail Perry and Ian Linton, she was so frightened she screamed loudly on the hospital bed until the doctor came over and gave her a sedative shot to calm her down.
The doctor advised Abigail Perry and Ian Linton not to visit her during her recovery period to prevent aggravating her condition.
Not even recognizing her own mother and fiancé, who knows how she ended up .
When Daisy Ginger heard this news, she sat in the office dazed for quite a while until Oliver Rubio tapped the table and cautiously reminded her of a teleconference later, finally bringing her back to reality.
"Okay, I’ll prepare in advance."
Daisy Ginger nodded to Oliver Rubio, "You go ahead and get busy."
Oliver Rubio looked at Daisy Ginger’s pale face with complex emotions, noticing that she hadn’t been well lately. Her dazed moments lasted longer, her complexion worsened, as if a string had been tightened to the extreme, ready to snap at any moment.
He wanted to suggest Daisy Ginger take a break for a few days, but as an assistant, he had no authority over the big boss’s schedule. If Daisy Ginger didn’t want to rest, what could an employee say?
Oliver Rubio sighed lightly in his heart, turned around, and started to leave.
Daisy Ginger’s voice suddenly came over.
"Director Ginger." Oliver Rubio stopped and turned to look at her.
Daisy Ginger’s gaze was still on the screen, without looking at him, her voice was calm: "Help me contact a lawyer who is skilled in handling property division, we’ll need one in the near future."
Oliver Rubio slightly froze, looking at her incredulously, the shimmering screen reflected on Daisy Ginger’s exquisite and pale face, her expression showed no change at all.