And now, he was even more agitated.
After taking half a cigarette, Edward Stephens said, "I know you’re proud and used to being independent, but since you’re married to me, we’re together now, you don’t have to shoulder everything yourself."
He paused, and continued, "At work..."
Edward suddenly stopped mid-sentence, sensing a foreboding smell in the air.
He looked down and saw water leaking out from the bathroom door, clear water mixed with faint strands of red... ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩
Edward’s pupils constricted violently for a moment, he quickly lifted his foot and kicked open the bathroom door.
Daisy Ginger was lying in the pool of water, her clothes completely soaked, with a few painkillers scattered on the floor. Her wrist hung lifelessly, covered with crisscrossing blade marks.
His razor had been dismantled, and the blade was clutched tightly in Daisy’s palm, with blood continually seeping through her fingers.
In front of the emergency room, Edward Stephens sat on the bench, his brows furrowed, smoking a cigarette.
It took him nearly twenty minutes to rush the unconscious Daisy from their home to the hospital, running every red light in his life.
Fortunately, they lived in the city center, so the hospital wasn’t far. Once they arrived, Daisy was immediately taken into the emergency room.
His hands trembled as he lit a cigarette, his heart still felt numb, not calming down.
Edward held his phone, flipped through his contacts, thought for a moment, but ended up not calling anyone.
He exhaled slowly, staring at the red light of the emergency room, pursing his lips slightly.
Because they reacted quickly, Daisy didn’t lose much blood. She was in the emergency room for a bit over half an hour before being wheeled out.
Seeing the emergency room doors open, Edward rose from the bench and stepped forward to ask, "Doctor, my wife..."
"She’s not in any grave danger." The doctor removed his mask and took a glance at the handsome young man in front of him, "She didn’t cut into the artery."
Edward breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and looked at Daisy lying on the hospital bed, still receiving a transfusion.
Her face was still pale, tightly furrowed, as if she was enduring immense pain.
"Doctor, does my wife have any physical issues? Like, any condition that requires large doses of painkillers?"
"We didn’t find any obvious ailments during surgery," the doctor said, "we’ll need to perform a thorough exam to know more."
Edward looked at Daisy, pursed his lips slightly.
Just got out of the hospital a month ago, and now she’s back in.
Watching the nurses hurriedly move in and out of the ward, Edward felt a bit restless, went to the ventilation area to light up a cigarette.
He finished a cigarette alone, and just as he flicked the ash and was about to return to the ward to check on Daisy, he saw a young man with gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a white casual suit, heading toward Daisy’s ward.
"Hey," Edward called out to him in an unfriendly tone, "you got the wrong room."
He had arranged a private room for Daisy.
The young man was slightly startled upon seeing him, then walked over with a warm smile and said to Edward, "You’re Mr. Edward Stephens, aren’t you?"
"..." Edward looked at him and said, "Who are you?"
"My last name is Lin, single name Dan," the young man handed over a white card with embossed gold, smiling pleasantly, "It’s truly a pleasure to meet you here."
Edward glanced down indifferently at the card, and when he saw the man’s name, his breath slightly hitched.