Outside, a flurry of footsteps could be heard, probably the nurses and doctors coming.
After the commotion, silence gradually took over.
Edward Stephens stood still for a moment, when the crisp sound of high heels striking the floor echoed from behind him.
The leisurely footsteps were unmistakable; he didn’t even need to look back to know who it was.
Daisy Ginger circled to his front, smirking, "Edward, your acting is quite impressive, isn’t it? Playing the jerk so vividly. Applause for you."
She clapped her hands three times.
Edward Stephens glanced at her indifferent demeanor, choosing to ignore her, while reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, only to pull out the marriage certificate he had put in there earlier.
He glanced at the red booklet, his mood inexplicably worsening. As he tried to stuff it back, Daisy snatched it away.
A frown creased the man’s forehead as he watched Daisy take his marriage certificate and nonchalantly place it into her own bag.
"To prevent you from doing anything unscrupulous to it, as your wife, I have the right to personally keep it safe for you."
She said it calmly, with an earnest expression.
"If you mess with it, I won’t forgive you."
Edward Stephens warned her.
With a teasing smile, Daisy glanced at him and asked with great interest, "What counts as messing with it? Showing it to Emily Ginger?"
Edward Stephens withdrew his gaze, blatantly ignoring her, and headed out of the ward.
Lady Stephens was gone too, probably accompanying Abigail Perry to the operating room, as Edward walked straight out of the hospital.
Daisy lazily followed behind, persistent in her chatter.
"Edward, are you really leaving just like that? Not going to check on the operating room?"
"If she doesn’t see you when she comes out, how pitiful! Edward, such a cruel heart you have. Truly heartbreaking to hear, bringing tears to the eyes of those who witness it."
"Edward, you’re walking too fast, I can’t keep up."
Edward, feeling vexed, ignored her completely. He exited the hospital and went straight to the parking lot, opening the car door and getting in.
The next second, he saw Daisy quickly open the passenger side and get in with him.
Edward Stephens: "Get out."
Daisy crossed her arms and looked straight ahead, "No."
Edward turned his head to glance at her. His face remained calm, but in his dark eyes, a storm was already brewing.
He said, "Daisy, don’t think I won’t hit a woman."
Daisy snorted, lifting her head, "Go ahead."
Edward took his gaze away, leaned back into the leather seat, and fell silent.
Daisy tilted her head and, in the dim light of the parking lot, observed his face.
The man’s thin lips were pressed together, his jawline slightly taut, clearly showing he was controlling his emotions.
Curious, she leaned forward, gazing into his beautiful, obsidian-like deep black eyes.
She asked, "Does it really hurt that much?"
"Do you really love her that much?"
"..." Edward Stephens lifted his gaze, meeting Daisy’s eyes.
At that moment, Daisy’s expression was genuinely puzzled, as if his current sadness was something completely incomprehensible to her.
Daisy watched him for a while, then sighed softly, lowering her eyes in silence, and reached out to embrace him.
Edward’s brow furrowed as he instinctively moved to push her away, only to hear her softly say, "Edward, let’s stop loving her, shall we..."
Her voice was so gentle, it seemed a little heartbroken.