Lady Stephens pressed her lips together suddenly, as if recalling something from the past, and didn’t speak again.
"I’ve waited for him for so many years, and now that heaven has placed this opportunity before me, I must seize it." She looked at Lady Stephens and smiled slightly, "I can’t just watch him be with another woman, can I?"
"Y-yes..." Lady Stephens mumbled, seemingly at a loss for words as she nervously turned her head to look at the operating room, not daring to look at her again.
Daisy Ginger knew she was being ruthless and also knew what Lady Stephens wanted to say.
It was nothing more than asking her to save him.
Edward Stephens was really on the brink of death; his condition was worsening. He looked fine on the outside, but nobody knew when he might stop breathing.
The marriage between Emily Ginger and Edward Stephens was consented to by Lady Stephens back then. She seemed like the kind of doting mother who would approve of whoever her son liked.
If Edward hadn’t fallen ill and she hadn’t just happened to be a bone marrow match, Lady Stephens probably wouldn’t have persuaded Edward to marry her.
After all, eight years had passed. Edward had forgotten her, and Lady Stephens didn’t care who he was with anymore.
The only one still stuck eight years in the past was Daisy Ginger.
She curved her lips slightly, the smile carrying a hint of coldness.
At half-past midnight, the door to the operating room suddenly opened. A young nurse rushed out and spoke a flurry of words before anyone could react: "The blood bank just called, the AB type blood supply has been exhausted. We contacted the hospital next door half an hour ago, but there was a car accident on that road, causing a major traffic jam. Is anyone here..."
Daisy Ginger gracefully stood up from the bench, rolled up her sleeves, and calmly said, "I have the same blood type as him. I’ll go."
"You..." The young nurse hesitated for a moment, seeing her thin appearance, but still led her to the blood drawing room in a hurry.
After measuring blood pressure, they drew blood.
She had 500cc of blood drawn in one go, and just as the nurse was about to remove the needle, Daisy Ginger held her hand. She smiled at her and said, "No rush. You need more than that, right? Draw a bit more."
The young nurse, touched by her slightly pale face, looked at her with reddened eyes and said, "Miss Ginger, you and your husband have such a strong bond."
"Indeed," Daisy Ginger replied indifferently.
They continued until they reached 900cc. Finally, seeing her complexion worsen, the nurse forcibly removed the needle.
Daisy Ginger sat in the chair and only spoke after the nurse had walked to the door: "You must save him."
She had waited for him eight years; he couldn’t die here tonight.
Edward Stephens had great luck; after Daisy Ginger’s blood was sent over, the ambulance from the nearby hospital also brought plasma.
The surgery was successful, a cause for celebration, but he still needed to stay hospitalized for half a month for observation.
On the other hand, after donating blood, Daisy Ginger’s resistance weakened, and she caught a serious cold, developing a fever that lingered for a week, nearly costing her life.
By the time she recovered, Edward Stephens was almost ready to be discharged.
On this day, Daisy Ginger brought flowers to the hospital to visit Edward Stephens. She just reached the door when she heard Emily Ginger inside the ward speaking ill of her.
"Edward, you see, you’ve been in the hospital for so long, but Daisy hasn’t visited you even once."
She had just finished speaking when the sound of a door opening came from behind. Turning her head, she saw Daisy Ginger standing with a bouquet, arms crossed and leaning against the door, smiling mockingly at her.
Emily Ginger wasn’t the least bit ashamed. She stood up from the bedside and pointed angrily at Daisy Ginger, "Daisy, you keep saying you like Edward. He’s been sick for half a month, and you haven’t visited him once. Your love is truly cheap!"
Daisy Ginger, unwilling to engage with her, walked in, placed the flowers in the vase, and casually threw the original bouquet into the trash. Emily Ginger stormed over in a rage, "Daisy, I bought that bouquet! How could you throw it away?!"
Daisy Ginger tilted her head and glanced at her, then bent down and retrieved the flowers from the trash, tossing them into Emily Ginger’s arms.
Edward Stephens, sitting there impatiently, interjected, "Both of you, calm down."
Emily Ginger, being scolded by him, felt deeply wronged but dared not say more.
Neither she nor Abigail Perry had anticipated Edward’s illness. If she upset Edward and got dumped, all their efforts over the years would be for nothing.
Daisy Ginger, arms crossed triumphantly, strutted around the ward like a patroller, throwing all the things Emily Ginger had brought into the trash.
Chicken soup, fruits, supplements—all thrown away in front of Emily Ginger’s eyes.
Emily Ginger’s face turned greener and greener but, fearing an outburst would upset Edward, she endured it until she couldn’t anymore, opened the door, and left in frustration.
Daisy Ginger stood by the bed, smiling sweetly, speaking to the man on the bed with little expression or emotion: "I don’t like it when other women give you things. Don’t accept them in the future."
Edward Stephens stared at her, genuinely amused, and threw out two biting words: "You’re crazy."