Lady Stephens cried for half an hour, cried herself tired, cried herself hoarse, and sat listlessly on the office sofa, her face haggard as if she had suddenly aged a lot.
She kept her head down, her disheveled long hair hanging down, and teardrops kept rolling off her chin.
The winter night was exceptionally cold, the air conditioning at the police station couldn’t get warm, and after sitting for a while, her legs and feet were numb. Edward Stephens fetched a cup of hot water from the water dispenser and handed it to his mother.
"Drink this cup of water and go home with the driver," Edward told her. "If you stay any longer, you’ll catch a cold."
Lady Stephens slowly raised her head; her eyes were swollen, red like two walnuts. She asked him hoarsely, "And what about you?"
Edward stood in front of her, his face expressionless in the twilight, as pale as snow, appearing calm yet cold under the light. Edward lit a cigarette, using the nicotine to calm himself: "Waiting for news."
A large tear dropped from Lady Stephens’ eye. Her hands and feet were already so numb from the cold that she couldn’t even absorb the warmth from the cup Edward had given her.
That Ervin Osteen, he’d been a desperate character since childhood. Now he was out for revenge. Even if Daisy Ginger can be found, will she still be whole?
Could it be, that already...
Lady Stephens’ tears fell into the glass, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, weeping hoarsely with her head down: "How could Daisy get involved in such a thing..."
Edward feared she would make herself ill with crying and called the Stephens family’s butler, asking him to bring a coat and hand warmers to take her home.
He feared he didn’t have the energy to care for a sick woman right now.
Forty-five minutes later, Lady Stephens was ushered into the car.
Edward stood at the police station entrance, watching his mother safely get into the car before slowly turning back and sitting on the sofa again.
He lit a cigarette, recalling the expression on Lady Stephens’ face as she hesitated to speak while holding his hand before leaving, and slowly lowered his gaze.
"Edward," he suddenly heard Daisy Ginger calling his name. Google seaʀᴄh 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥
He looked up to see Daisy Ginger had already put on her dress and makeup. She ran to him, grabbed his hand, and pouted slightly, complaining, "I asked if I looked good or not, how could you fall asleep?"
Seeing her safe and sound, Edward let out a slight sigh of relief, stood up from the sofa, and grabbed her hand back, "You look great."
"Why do you look so strange?" Daisy stood on tiptoe, scrutinizing his face, suddenly kissed him on the lips, and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"
"I had a nightmare." Edward wrapped her slender waist, his palm feeling the lace patterns of her dress. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "What were you going to do later?"
"Attend Chloe’s wedding ceremony at 6:30." Daisy smiled at him, tilting her head, "Do you want to go?"
The familiar conversation made him instantly realize something. He grabbed her arm firmly and commanded in a low voice, "You mustn’t go!"
The soft body in his arms suddenly went limp, and instinctively he held her close as Daisy shattered before him, bleeding from all orifices into a mass of broken pieces.
The palm of his hand was icy, soaked with her dark red, already coagulated blood.
Edward suddenly awoke from the nightmare, his heart pounding like thunder. He sat on the sofa for a long time before slowly coming to his senses.
Cold water dripping from the old air conditioner had landed on his palm, his right hand had become so cold it had lost all feeling.
Outside, dawn was just beginning to break. Edward closed his eyes briefly, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering. He took a slow breath of the cold chill in the air.
Daisy Ginger had been missing all night.
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