Edward Stephens saw her say this and didn’t explain further—he didn’t need to explain anything to her when he did things.
He withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her.
Daisy Ginger walked straight ahead, opened the door, and had just stepped out when Abigail Perry’s voice suddenly came from across: "What are you doing here?!"
Daisy looked up and saw Abigail standing opposite, looking at her with shock and disbelief.
Standing in front of her was a young nurse, perhaps just discussing Emily Ginger’s condition with the nurse, and when she came out, both the nurse and Abigail seemed a bit surprised.
Daisy hadn’t had a chance to explain before Abigail rushed over madly, grabbed her arm, and shrieked, "Haven’t you harmed my daughter enough? What are you doing here now? Do you want Emily to die to be satisfied! Daisy, you vicious woman, get out of my daughter’s room!"
Hearing her hoarse insults, Daisy’s brow furrowed, and her arm hurt from Abigail’s grip. She leaned against the door frame to steady herself, looking coldly at Abigail, "Let go!"
These days, Abigail seemed truly out of her mind. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup unattended, and she appeared to have aged nearly a decade. She had forgotten all the etiquette lessons she had been taught over the years, behaving like a mad woman in public.
"You mustn’t come here! Do you hear me? Never get close to Emily again! If it weren’t for you breaking her and Edward up, she wouldn’t be ; it’s all your fault, you slut, Daisy, you slut!"
A hint of fury appeared between Daisy’s brows as she was about to reprimand the woman with no filter when, from the hospital room, Emily Ginger suddenly began screaming loudly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah——!"
The piercing screams made both her and Abigail’s movements pause. Emily, who had been quietly eating on the bed, was suddenly triggered by something and began to go hysterical. Her sweeping gestures knocked the food off the table, and she stepped barefoot over the broken porcelain on the ground, as if trying to escape someone. Her face pale, she ran around the room like a headless chicken, finally charging towards the slightly open window, but Edward caught her shoulder in time.
"Doctor," he looked towards the door, speaking in a deep voice, "Give her a sedative injection."
Emily, restrained by him, still struggled madly in his grip, trying to jump out of the window.
It was Daisy’s first time facing Emily’s episode directly. She was a bit stunned, watching the contorted and twisted expression on Emily’s face due to her mental illness. A chill surged in her heart—Emily was truly insane.
Just moments ago, she was obediently eating, her face normal; Daisy hadn’t had any real sense of it then. But now, seeing her convulse all over, her face grotesque, Daisy finally realized the truth.
Doctors and nurses rushed in from outside, pinning Emily down and quickly administering a large dose of sedative.
Soon, Emily’s movements softened, her intense expressions gradually turning vacant and bewildered, as she was carried back to bed.
After finishing all this, the doctor came out and sternly addressed Abigail, "Mrs. Perry, didn’t we tell you not to approach this room lightly? The patient’s mental state is very unstable. Your repeated appearances cause more harm to her mental health."
"I... I..." Abigail’s expression was also somewhat lost and bewildered. She looked at Emily, who had fallen asleep on the bed, and her legs gave way as she collapsed to sit on the floor, covering her face, "What will happen to my daughter now..."
The doctor seemed to have seen such devastated family members before, and he calmly raised his head, saying to Edward, who walked over, "Mr. Stephens, you should also treat the wound on your hand, be careful it doesn’t scar."
Edward replied indifferently, "It’s fine."
Daisy glanced up, noticing the scratches on the pale back of the man’s hand—the result of Emily’s struggle just moments ago, deep enough to draw blood.
The doctors left, leaving behind the sound of Abigail’s sobbing echoing down the corridor.
"My daughter..." she cried out in mourning, "My poor daughter, how did it come to this... What should I do now, my fate is so bitter..."
Daisy looked up, seeing Edward’s calm face, her lips faintly closing, "Okay."
At the corner, Daisy stopped walking. She asked, "What happened to her?"
Edward glanced at her, then calmly withdrew his gaze, "Who knows." He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his lips, "Even the cause of her illness hasn’t been found."
Daisy slightly furrowed her brows, "Will she be from now on?"
She wasn’t on good terms with Emily, but seeing an acquaintance of eight years turn out still left her with complicated feelings.
"Schizophrenia requires lifelong medication," Edward said flatly, "Her condition is not good, with severe paranoia and tendencies towards self-harm and suicide, requiring constant sedative injections. I’ve stayed here these days, and she’s been somewhat calmer, not needing long-term sedation." Orıginal content can be found at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Daisy said, "You don’t need to explain to me."
"..." Edward paused, his brow knit involuntarily; he looked down at Daisy, saying, "That rainy night, if you had informed me, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out ."
Daisy lifted her head, looked at his face, and calmly asked him, "Are you blaming me?"
Edward looked into her eyes, "I just think you can’t always be so selfish."
Daisy laughed, "You think I’m selfish for not letting Emily come in to see you?"
"I just think, sometimes you really forget that you’re my husband now."
Edward’s thin lips pressed tightly for a moment, staring at Daisy’s light and calm smile.
"In that situation, if your ex-girlfriend came over, demanding that I open the door and let you meet, I refused; was I wrong?" she looked at him, "Do you think I should have let her in to let you have your affectionate moments in front of me?"
"Is that what it takes to not be selfish?" Daisy couldn’t help but laugh, "Should I even generously let you take a concubine to satisfy you?"
Edward turned his face away, his lips pressing tightly as he looked out the window, his voice icy, "You really feel no guilt at all."
If every choice in this world could predict the consequences, Daisy thought as she looked at him, perhaps my first choice would have been not to meet you.
The happiness you brought me is so insignificant compared to the pain I now endure.