He suspected his mother had lost her mind.
Never seen anyone push their own son into a pit .
Leaving aside the fact he feels nothing for Daisy Ginger, with Daisy’s arrogant and fiery behavior, what peace would the Stephens family have if he married her?
Given her personality of avenging the slightest grievance, the first to suffer would likely be himself, her husband.
He’s marrying for companionship, not for warfare.
Moreover, he has no interest in a woman like Daisy Ginger.
She’s not his type at all.
Edward pushed away the doctor who was treating him and stood up from the sofa, his demeanor cold and expressionless as he headed upstairs.
He had decided he wouldn’t bother with them anymore.
"Edward, your hand is still bleeding, where are you going?" Lady Stephens, wiping away her tears, followed her son in panic.
Daisy turned her head and looked at the man’s back, biting her teeth slightly.
Honestly, she felt unwilling.
Waiting eight years for him, only to receive this outcome, she thought she would let it go, that she would forget and start anew, but he had grown to dislike her.
She believed she hadn’t wronged him in any way; she even tried her best to be good to him. However, the closer she got, the more he resented her. She was never a person with good temper; when the two of them played together in the past, it was always him who humored her.
In the end, it led to this situation.
Whenever they met, he was sarcastic, she was cold.
The imbalance in their relationship grew like a snowball, accumulating and getting bigger, until now, it seemed beyond repair.
Daisy took a deep breath, just about to stand up from the ground, when suddenly there was a heavy thud from upstairs, followed by Lady Stephens’ piercing scream: "Edward! Edward! What’s wrong, Edward?!"
"..." Daisy’s breath instantly turned into a cold chill frozen in her chest, her temple throbbed suddenly, and before her rational mind could react, her body had already rushed upstairs.
Edward was taken to the emergency room.
After Daisy finished all the paperwork for his admission and returned, Lady Stephens was still crying at the door of the operating room.
She was a delicate and pampered woman, raised in luxury since childhood, and with her beloved son at death’s door, she was crying as if the sky were falling; a nurse beside her holding documents looked at her helplessly, seemingly waiting for her signature.
"Let me do it." Daisy walked over, took the pile of pre-surgery forms, and swiftly signed her name.
"You are..." The young nurse paused slightly upon seeing her, unable to react.
"His wife." Daisy smiled at her.
Edward’s surgery lasted until late at night, Daisy had a craving for a cigarette, but couldn’t smoke in front of the operating room, so she went outside to have one and returned to find Lady Stephens running towards her like a restless rabbit, calling out: "Daisy."
Daisy waved her sleeve to dispel the smoke smell, then walked over, smiled at Lady Stephens, and reassured her: "Auntie, it will be fine, it was just some blood loss; a blood transfusion will fix it."
"..." Lady Stephens’ face, younger and more delicate than those of her peers, showed a rare hint of complexity at this moment. She looked at Daisy with reddened eyes, as if she had something to say.
Daisy didn’t give her the chance to speak.
"Auntie, you were there when he left. He asked me to wait for him, and I can’t let him accidentally marry someone else before he returns. He would blame me."