Perhaps sensing that he had been standing at the door for too long, Daisy Ginger lifted her head from the desk, glanced at his face with a hint of impatience, "What’s the matter?"
"N-nothing." Oliver Rubio quickly averted his gaze, "I’ll inquire for you now, Director Ginger."
Daisy Ginger said indifferently, "No need to rush, attend to your own matters first."
Oliver Rubio responded with a sound and walked out of Daisy Ginger’s office.
Daisy Ginger withdrew her gaze and continued working.
It’s not that she didn’t love anymore, it’s just she felt vaguely that her marriage with Edward Stephens might not last as long as she’d hoped.
Dividing the assets in advance, taking precautions, this was the only thing she could do for herself now.
After work, Daisy Ginger left the company alone.
She drove to a stationery store to buy a pile of drawing paper, then headed to Greenhill Hospital.
These days she had been busy, so it had been a long time since she last visited Alice Lesser. When she carried the drawing paper to Alice’s ward, the caregiver was feeding her dinner. Upon seeing her, the caregiver gently called her, "Miss Ginger."
"Let me do the feeding." Daisy Ginger smiled at the caregiver, put down the drawing paper, and reached out to take Alice’s bowl.
"You should go have your meal too." She said to the caregiver, "I want to spend some time alone with my mom."
The caregiver, a plump middle-aged woman, was well-compensated by Daisy Ginger. She took good care of Alice Lesser, so when she heard Daisy’s words, she forced a smile and nodded enthusiastically before leaving.
Once the door was closed, the ward fell into silence.
Alice’s dinner was a bit of congee and some side dishes. She ate slowly, sometimes forgetting to swallow as she chewed, and congee was easier for her to ingest.
Daisy carefully fed her a spoonful of congee and apologized softly as she looked into the woman’s unfamiliar eyes, "Mom, I’m sorry for not visiting you for so long." Chapters fırst released on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"A lot has happened lately, I’ve been so busy..."
"I got married." Daisy paused, "I was planning to bring him over to see you in the next few days. Now that I think about it, it’s fortunate I didn’t."
Saying this, she lowered her head somewhat helplessly and gave a bitter smile.
She was so mesmerized by Edward Stephens that she could interpret even his smallest gestures as endless tenderness and affection.
But everyone else knew clearly that Edward Stephens did not love her.
Bringing a man who didn’t love her to see Alice would be so embarrassing.
It took Daisy over half an hour to feed Alice a small bowl of congee.
After feeding, she held Alice’s hand and took her to the easel, letting her hold the paintbrush to draw.
She stood behind her, carefully combing her graying long hair, tying it into a braid, and pinning it on her head.
Then she stood by her side, helping her mix paints, wash brushes, until Alice grew tired and lay down to rest.
"I’ll come see you next month." Daisy sat by the bed, looking at the woman whose eyes were closed, her serene sleeping face, her words did not stir any emotional response from Alice.
Her mother no longer recognized her.
She had been living in her own world for eight years.
"You’ve gotten a bit thinner, eat more, go out and get some sunshine, don’t stay in the room painting all day. What you’re painting now doesn’t look good anymore..."
Daisy pressed her lips together, looking at Alice who had already closed her eyes, a wave of grievance suddenly welled up inside her.
"Why did you leave me all alone." She asked in a hoarse whisper, "Wasn’t I the reason for your existence..."