Edward Stephens’ face changed slightly as he gripped Daisy Ginger’s cold, lifeless hand and led her toward the emergency room.
Daisy quickly found the female dean who had just called her at the entrance of the emergency room corridor.
Seeing her arrival, the other woman’s anxious face also showed a hint of tension. As she approached to greet Daisy, Daisy reached out and pushed her aside, her face turning ashen as she walked expressionlessly toward the emergency room.
The female dean’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, but more so panic. Because Greenhill Hospital had accepted Daisy’s mother, the Ginger Group allocated a substantial aid fund to the hospital for basic construction every month. Over the years, due to Daisy’s donations, the hospital had almost no issues with funding shortages.
Correspondingly, Greenhill Hospital provided the best doctors and equipment for Alice Lesser’s treatment.
For this reason, Daisy had always trusted Greenhill Hospital.
When Daisy arrived, Alice had already been taken into the resuscitation room for emergency treatment.
Daisy stood at the door, looking at the tightly closed operating room, feeling a chill rising and falling in her chest.
Her hands and feet were cold, even her lips were pale. She stared at the door of the resuscitation room for a moment before slowly turning her head to look at the dean of Greenhill Hospital behind her.
Daisy: "What happened?"
Her voice was so suppressed that it was full of cracks, sounding rough and hoarse.
Under Daisy’s ominous gaze, the female dean couldn’t lift her head. "Alice... somehow, she went to the garden alone. By the time we got there, she’d already fallen into the pond..."
Daisy’s figure swayed slightly. Edward, standing behind her, reached out and supported her. She closed her eyes, pushed Edward’s hand away, and stood straight despite her leg injury, like a sword about to snap.
"...I didn’t even get to see her just now." Daisy said quietly. "If she can’t come out alive this time, it means I didn’t get to see my mom for the last time either."
Daisy looked at the female dean in front of her, her voice lowered, hoarse, as if to carve wounds into hearts: "I don’t care what your reasons are, but if anything happens to my mom, this hospital doesn’t have to stay open, and your family won’t need to stay in Banyan City either. I don’t give millions every year for my mom to die in your hospital."
The female dean’s face turned pale instantly. Unable to help herself, she looked up at Daisy, just as she was about to defend herself, Daisy had already pushed her aside and walked out of the emergency room corridor. Follow current novels on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
Daisy’s head throbbed with pain, even the pain in her leg that the medication had just suppressed flared up again. She walked to the vent, trembling as she reached into her pocket for a cigarette. Just as she was about to take out a lighter, a man came forward and pinched the hand holding the cigarette.
Daisy looked up, her pale face showing an unbearable expression of pain, and she met Edward’s deep-set eyes, then pleaded in a low voice, "Edward, if I don’t smoke, I’m going to lose it..."
Edward raised his hand and pulled her frail, thin body into his embrace. Daisy, powerless, let him hold her. Her face buried in his chest, she made a low, wounded animal-like whimper from her throat, trembling all over.
Even though she could be considered alone all these years, as long as Alice was alive and she could visit her mother at the hospital once a month, she still had a mother.