Half an hour later, Edward Stephens walked out of the detention center, under the awkward smile and sweaty brow of the director who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
He got into the car, sat in the back seat, resting his face on his hand, turning his head to look out the window, silent.
Lady Stephens climbed into the car, sat with him in the back seat, her face still carrying the remnants of anger.
"Just look at you, why are you so disappointing? You’ve just reconciled with Daisy for a few days, and now you’ve upset her again. Do you want to drive your mother to her grave?"
"Why are you just sitting there dumbly? Hurry up and call Daisy to apologize, and cheer her up!"
After speaking, seeing her son still sitting there unmovingly, she reached directly for his phone to personally call Daisy Ginger to apologize.
Edward glanced at her, letting her fiddle with his phone, and only after Lady Stephens dialed the number did he calmly say, "She blacklisted my number."
Lady Stephens froze for a moment, looked at him in disbelief, her urgency rising—"You ungrateful wretch, what did you do to Daisy again!"
These days, although Daisy Ginger and Edward Stephens quarreled, she had never done something like blacklisting him.
This cold treatment clearly conveyed a terrifying message—
Edward Stephens made Daisy Ginger angry.
The kind of anger that’s hard to soothe.
Edward Stephens hadn’t slept all night, driving back and forth, and then got into a fight with Ethan Pond. Although he couldn’t be described as utterly exhausted, he was close to his limit.
Ethan Pond’s baseball bat didn’t hit his head, but it did scratch his lip, and the swollen joints soaked in his damp clothes itched and hurt, making him uncomfortable, while his own mother was still nagging in his ear.
With a sullen face, he spoke, his tone icy cold: "Shut up."
Lady Stephens froze for a moment, hearing her son with such little will to live, not only did she not shut up, she got even more furious.
Pointing at Edward’s nose, she cursed: "Edward Stephens, if you don’t coax Daisy back, don’t bother coming home! Your mother doesn’t welcome you!"
A thoroughly stressed Edward: "......"
Whose biological mother is this anyway?
After venting her anger, Lady Stephens declared her unwillingness to drive in the same car with him, ordered the driver to stop, and took a taxi home.
Once Lady Stephens left, the driver in the front spoke cautiously, "Young Lord Stephens..."
Edward leaned against the car seat, eyes closed, and upon hearing this, didn’t open his eyes, just replied softly, "Hmm."
"Where should we go now?"
Lady Stephens didn’t allow him to go home, surely the car couldn’t head back to the Stephens family...
"..." Edward was silent for a moment, apparently speechless about his sudden homelessness. After a pause, in a hoarse voice, he said, "Royal Pavilion."
The driver gave him a sympathetic look.
His wife had run off with someone, his mother didn’t want him, and he couldn’t go home.
He could only go to a friend’s house to stay...
Daisy Ginger leaned against the ventilated area of the emergency room smoking, hearing Zoe Hilker call her, she stubbed out the cigarette and got up to walk towards the emergency room.
Ethan Pond, supported by Zoe Hilker, walked out of the emergency room, a bandage covering his eyelid, and his bleeding lip had been treated too, looking much less disheveled than he did at the detention center.
"I’ll leave the clothes here," Daisy handed the men’s clothing and pants that the secretary had just sent over to Zoe Hilker, and said to Ethan Pond, "I’m headed to the company, you guys go home and rest."