A light cough came from the doorway.
Edward Stephens was ready to reprimand Daisy Ginger with a stern expression, but when he turned his head, he saw his mother standing at the door. Her face was smeared with some unknown product Daisy had brought from who knows where, making her face dark and pitch-black. Yet her eyes were brightly fixed on the two of them, filled with a voracious appetite for gossip.
She covered her mouth, glanced at Daisy, and then at him. She laughed and backed away, saying, "Daisy, carry on, Auntie’s going upstairs to apply another face mask, carry on, carry on."
"Mom!" Edward warned her, and Lady Stephens turned her head, squinting at him with her featureless face. She went upstairs in high spirits.
Edward, with a darkened face, glanced at Daisy. Maybe realizing she had really angered him, she now sat properly in the chair, propping her face and looking out the window, seemingly calm, pretending to sip coffee.
Her demeanor was quite graceful and serene, but if her eyes didn’t sneak peeks at him from time to time, she might have been more convincing.
Edward had received Western education and didn’t like chatting while eating. It was only after finishing his meal, putting down his chopsticks, he coldly said to Daisy, "Don’t move around while I’m eating."
Daisy set down her coffee, glanced at him, and stretched the sound "Oh," asking, "Then when can I move around with you?"
"..." Edward replied, "Never."
Daisy let out a giggle, leaned over to his lips, and stole a quick kiss, then stood up from the chair. The hem of her dress fluttered, her vibrant eyes and brows shining brightly in the sunlight. She slightly lifted her chin and proudly responded, "I think, anytime is fine."
Lady Stephens acted swiftly. She had promised to bone marrow to Edward last night, and by morning, she had already contacted Edward’s attending physician.
After breakfast, the hospital called, asking Edward to come for another physical examination.
If the examination showed no issues, the first surgery would be scheduled for the tenth of this month, which is this weekend.
Daisy originally intended to accompany Edward to the hospital, but Lady Stephens stopped her, inviting her to have breakfast together.
Daisy was not foolish; on the contrary, she was very smart. With Lady Stephens saying this, she nodded, saw Edward off, and then went to the dining room to see Lady Stephens sitting at the main table, her face gentle and kind. She softly called her, "Auntie."
Lady Stephens smiled and said, "Shouldn’t you be calling me Mom?"
Daisy blinked without answering.
Lady Stephens’s smile gradually faded, she lowered her eyes, looked at the blue porcelain cup in her hand, sighed softly, and asked, "Daisy, do you hate Auntie?"
Daisy shook her head, "No right to."
Lady Stephens looked at her, moved her lips, and finally brought up the events from eight years ago.
"Daisy, I still remember what happened back then very clearly."
Daisy’s hands rested on the table, her fingertips lightly trembling at this.
Lady Stephens said, "Auntie never disliked Daisy because of that incident and hopes Daisy won’t hate Auntie because of Edward’s matter either..."
"Auntie is just... a powerless mother who hopes her child can be happy all their life."