Edward Stephens came downstairs and sat on the sofa, silently lighting a cigarette.
The servants in the room saw his injury, and, frightened, thought he had been abused by Daisy Ginger. They carried over a medical kit, but Edward waved them away.
"No need." He dabbed at it with a tissue and said calmly, "Go about your own business."
The servants looked at each other, but with Edward’s refusal, they couldn’t insist on treating his injury.
After finishing one cigarette, Edward, still a bit annoyed, lit another.
—Since coming to see Daisy, he seemed to smoke more often than usual.
Lady Stephens knew about the cold war between him and Daisy. The rıghtful source is 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
But unexpectedly, this time, Lady Stephens didn’t force him to go look for her.
The news about Emily Ginger’s madness had spread like wildfire through Banyan City, and it had long reached Lady Stephens. She was aware he was in the hospital to stabilize Emily’s condition.
Just last night, she suddenly found him, handed him a bag of brand new clothes, and said to him, "If you want to divorce Daisy, make preparations quickly; don’t keep stringing the girl along."
When Lady Stephens said this, her demeanor and tone were quite calm. Under the dim corridor lights, there was a touch of an unusual seriousness about her.
At that moment, his heart skipped softly, like a flutter—
Perhaps it was unreasonable, but Edward knew he...
had never thought of divorcing Daisy.
To suddenly hear it from Lady Stephens left him stunned, unable to react for a moment.
Seeing his expression, Lady Stephens must have caught on to something but only pressed her lips, gave him a push, and said, "Take the clothes to Daisy and say... I sent her some autumn wear. And then, apologize properly; if you’re sincere, Daisy will forgive you."
"You are Daisy’s husband now. What business do you have with other women? Just because... just because Daisy likes you, you bully her!" As if growing more agitated as she spoke, Lady Stephens’s tone turned sharper, "Had I known, had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have..."
She pressed her lips as if swallowing her words, only casting him a resentful glance, "Fool, not half as shrewd as Daisy. How did I end up with such a foolish son!"
Anyway, she ended up berating him in a roundabout manner and then kicked him out of the house.
Of course, he didn’t think he was foolish.
He didn’t really care.
He always felt that his relationship with Daisy was dispensable, one-sided from her side.
Instinctively, he knew that no matter what he did, Daisy would forgive him; after all, she was so easy to please—
This might be another kind of arrogance arising from being the favored one.
Indeed, selfishness is a common flaw in humanity.
Daisy Ginger changed her clothes and slowly descended the stairs, only to see Edward Stephens leaning on the sofa, lost in thought about something unknown, his hand bleeding all over the floor.
She frowned, glanced at the servant beside her, who, in a state of panic, quickly said, "I’m sorry, Miss Ginger, it’s because Mr. Stephens refused treatment."
"Go bring the medical kit," she instructed softly, then walked over and sat opposite Edward Stephens.
The man, holding a cigarette in his mouth, slowly raised his head and looked at Daisy.
"You just said—did we know each other before?"
Daisy was expressionless: "Won’t you go ask your mom?"