Daisy Ginger never considered the possibility of Abigail Perry being involved, but she always felt it was unlikely. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
They were in the same boat. If Emily lost her inheritance, the company would be carved up by other shareholders. Abigail and her daughter didn’t know how to manage things and would eventually be ousted by the boardroom veterans.
Over the years, Abigail behaved cautiously, not daring to make any underhanded moves against her, because she understood this fact.
It didn’t seem likely.
Really, it just didn’t seem likely.
Unless she had lost her mind, there was no reason for her to do such things.
Daisy felt a vague, all-encompassing exhaustion.
Everything felt like a strange, illogical prank, inexplicably pushing her life to the brink of collapse.
She hadn’t even grasped what was going on.
Emily had gone mad, and no one would visit Abigail at the hospital. Daisy sat in the corridor outside the operating room, staring blankly at the void with her head lowered.
"Will she die?" Daisy asked softly.
Edward replied, "Do you want her to die?"
"If she harmed my mom," Daisy said, "she needs to pay the price."
Her disgust for Abigail was overshadowed by her greater hatred for Gabriel Ginger.
She never intended to do anything to Abigail and her daughter. It was a man’s infidelity that drove Alice crazy, and without Abigail, there would have been another woman.
"I don’t quite understand..." Daisy curled up her legs, buried her face in her knees, and said with a tired and frail voice, "What is all of this..."
Edward lowered his eyes, rubbing his phone, as an uncontrollable thought of why Ryan Smith couldn’t get through to him crossed his mind.
His deep eyes momentarily darkened.
Abigail’s surgery lasted until the evening.
Then the doctor came out, apologetically informing her that due to severe neck spinal injury, Abigail didn’t die, but she was completely paralyzed.
From the neck down, she couldn’t move.
Due to a comminuted fracture in her right leg that couldn’t be repaired, they had to amputate it to prevent infection.
Daisy drew a sharp breath; she hadn’t expected it to come to this.
The woman who was wheeled out of the operating room no longer had any of her former vitality. Her eyes were half-open, devoid of any light, as blood trickled down the tubes in her mouth, leaving her looking like nothing more than a lifeless heap.
Daisy took one look and felt sickened. She turned away, her face pale.
Perhaps being in this state was even worse for Abigail than if she had died instantly from her fall.
She thought of Emily Ginger.
Daisy whispered, "Wasn’t she supposed to love her daughter the most?"
Had she just abandoned the daughter she loved the most like that?
Edward glanced down at her, "Didn’t she love herself the most?"
"..." Daisy paused slightly, then looked up at Edward, her lips pulling into a weak smile.
He wasn’t wrong. Abigail loved no one. From beginning to end, she was a shrewd, selfish individual. Neither her insistence on Emily’s engagement to Ian Linton, nor her decision to commit suicide when Emily went crazy, had considered anyone else.
If only she had thought a little for Emily, the girl wouldn’t have ended up .
Nor would she have chosen to end her life when Emily needed her the most.
Even though she never thought much of Emily, at this moment, Daisy couldn’t help but feel a slight pity for the girl.