Edward Stephens went to pour a cup of warm water for her, helped her up from the bed, the cup pressed against her lips, "Drink this before you sleep."
Daisy Ginger was really too sick to muster any energy, glanced at Edward Stephens, lacking the spirit to bicker with him, obediently took her medicine, drank the water, and continued lying on the bed.
Edward Stephens placed the cup on the windowsill, heard Daisy Ginger softly call his name, "Edward."
Her voice was as low as a milk kitten’s. Too weak.
Edward Stephens walked over, stood by the bed, looking down at her, "What’s the matter?"
"You’re not leaving, right?"
Edward Stephens looked at her, didn’t say a word.
Daisy Ginger bit her lower lip, pathetically said, "If you leave, I’ll have to stay in the hospital alone. How pitiable."
"If you were nicer to your family, you wouldn’t be reduced to having no one visit you even when hospitalized."
Daisy Ginger closed her eyes, turned her head away, "They’re not my family."
Edward Stephens glanced at her, didn’t say another word, directly turned around, opened the door, and left.
Hearing the door close, Daisy Ginger then opened her eyes, looked towards the door, slowly withdrew her gaze, feeling somewhat aggrieved, curled up in discomfort.
The ward was empty, cold wind blew in from outside the window, chilling her into shivers.
She felt upset inside, too lazy to call a nurse to come and close the window; with Edward Stephens gone, staying alone here really felt meaningless.
Daisy Ginger lay on the bed for a while, simply pulled out the needle, lifted the quilt intending to get up and return to the office.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice suddenly came from the doorway, Daisy Ginger sat on the bed, her spine stiffened, cautiously turned her head.
Edward Stephens stood not far away, his face full of frost, frowning coldly at her.
His tall figure blocked the light from the doorway, Daisy Ginger shivered.
"Ed, Edward," she was so frightened she stammered, "Why did you come back?"
Edward Stephens was carrying something in his hands; he walked in with a stern face, placed the boxed food on the table, turned around, looking down at Daisy Ginger sitting on the bed.
Daisy Ginger curled up into a small ball under his shadow.
Edward Stephens’ tone was very harsh, "If you want to die, then don’t call me."
Daisy Ginger said aggrievedly, "I didn’t." It wasn’t her who called him. "I thought you left..."
"Do I have to accompany you all day long? You’re not a child, can you stop being difficult?"
Daisy Ginger looked at him, felt he was being terribly fierce right now; she was weak and dared not confront him.
She lowered her head, softly replied, "Oh. Edward, I know I’m wrong."
Edward Stephens saw her weak little appearance, couldn’t help but roll his eyes, walked over, opened the box, and took out a spoon for her, "Since you’re not asleep yet, have the porridge."
Daisy Ginger stared dumbly at the porridge he brought over, suddenly became happy, "Edward, you actually went to buy porridge for me."
Edward Stephens sat on the couch, legs crossed, playing with his phone, and replied indifferently, "Picked it up conveniently."
Edward brought seafood porridge, unfortunately her mouth couldn’t taste much now, it all tasted the same.
Even so, Daisy Ginger tried her best to eat half a bowl.
Edward Stephens rarely cared for her; she couldn’t waste his kindness.
With half left, Daisy Ginger covered it with the lid, planning to eat it in the evening.
She lay on the bed, looked at the man sitting by the window, gently called him, "Edward."
The man glanced at her.
"Thank you for coming to take care of me. I’m so happy."