Edward Stephens looked at her and said softly, "Take your time with the treatment; we have a lifetime to spend together anyway."
Daisy Ginger was momentarily stunned, lifting her tear-drenched eyelashes to look at the man’s face.
He remained unchanged, not showing much tenderness, yet his lowered eyes, deeply gazing at her, made him appear especially affectionate.
Daisy Ginger asked blankly, "...how long is a lifetime?"
The man laughed softly, reached out, and ruffled her hair, "As long as you want it to be."
After hearing this, Daisy Ginger fell silent for a moment.
She leaned against the headboard, her gaze somewhat lost as it landed on Edward Stephens’ face, pondering the meaning behind his words.
Edward Stephens was silent too; he sat at the bedside, calmly observing her face, occasionally letting his gaze fall on her scarred wrists.
Daisy Ginger’s injuries were mostly focused on her fingers. Perhaps she lost consciousness too quickly, unable to control her muscles, and when she fell to the ground, her hand was still tightly gripping the blade, causing deep cuts, with surgeries mainly addressing her finger wounds. The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽
Her wrists, however, carried crisscrossed cuts that were casually treated with a little medicine and wrapped in gauze, appearing large in surface area.
Feeling Edward Stephens gazing at her hands, Daisy Ginger instinctively hid both hands under the blanket.
Edward Stephens stopped looking and merely asked, "How long has this been happening?"
Daisy Ginger quickly glanced at him, then lowered her head, a bit intimidated, "Not too long..."
Edward Stephens frowned slightly.
Daisy Ginger: "...Yes."
The man nodded and stood up from the bedside. Seeing that he was about to leave, Daisy Ginger panicked and hurriedly said, "Edward, I just didn’t want you to be scared..."
Edward Stephens looked at her, "I’m a bit hungry. What are you planning to eat?"
Oh, he was just going to get food...
"Some porridge," Daisy Ginger pursed her lips; after all, both her hands were unusable now, wrapped tightly, she could only use a straw.
Edward Stephens: "I’ll be back soon. Be good while you sit here."
Daisy Ginger nodded and watched Edward Stephens leave before picking up her phone and dialing Nicholas Woods’ number.
Nicholas Woods seemed afraid she’d find trouble with him, hesitating to answer until Daisy Ginger called him for the third time, when he reluctantly picked up.
"Hello, Daisy Ginger..."
"What did you say to Edward?" Daisy Ginger demanded angrily, "What nonsense did you tell him?!"
"Wasn’t me saying anything," Nicholas Woods replied, "He was the one asking."
"Who gives you a thousand bucks a minute?" Daisy Ginger retorted, "Why are you spouting so much nonsense?"
Nicholas Woods sighed lightly, "Daisy Ginger, how long do you think you can hide your illness? You can’t cure it alone. Do you want to experience heart disease at such a young age?"
"I was getting better before; it wasn’t until your skills failed to match your teacher’s that I worsened," Daisy Ginger lashed out harshly.
Nicholas Woods was long used to patients’ disparagement, unbothered and unaffected, "My treatment plan is internationally certified; it’s you who didn’t cooperate. Only with Edward Stephens’ involvement do you have a chance of recovery. The root cause of your illness is him; only he can make you well. Do you understand what I mean?"
Daisy Ginger lowered her head, staring at the phone, was silent for a while before gently asking, "What if he wants a divorce?"