After watching Daisy leave, Ethan Pond finally pulled out the phone that had been buzzing incessantly from his pocket.
A hurried voice came through the phone: "Master Pond, I just received a message, you..."
"It’s nothing." Ethan Pond replied flatly, cutting the person off before they could finish and hanging up the phone.
"Who would’ve thought that the little brat who used to be so timid is now so cocky." Zoe Hilker produced a strawberry-flavored lollipop from nowhere and spoke with it in her mouth, unclear, "Did you see that face, Ethan Pond? If it didn’t look exactly the same, I’d suspect he’s been taken over by someone."
"Enough." Ethan Pond’s handsome brow furrowed as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, placed it between his lips, and lit it with a lighter. He took a drag. The cigarette was a bit soft, making the smoke more choking. Ethan Pond said blandly, "Not everyone would take seventeen stabs for her. Could you?"
Zoe Hilker bit her candy and fell silent.
The saying "willing to die for a friend" sounds good, but when the moment comes, no one can be sure.
Edward Stephens truly risked his life and bled for Daisy. No matter how excessive he is now, Daisy’s life was saved by him.
Without Edward Stephens, there wouldn’t be Daisy now either.
Indeed, he’s massively changed from eight years ago, but anyone who knows what happened back then won’t blame him too harshly.
"Let’s get back." Ethan Pond bit his cigarette, turned around, and walked towards the hospital exit.
Zoe Hilker responded with an "oh," following behind Ethan Pond, secretly glancing at his back.
As childhood friends with Ethan Pond, she knew what feelings Ethan harbored for Daisy.
But come to think of it, in all of Banyan City, does it matter if there’s one less man enamored with Daisy?
It’s just that no one dares to pursue her.
With Edward Stephens in front, who else could fit in Daisy’s heart?
Everyone had self-awareness.
Once someone has committed themselves so fearlessly, they probably won’t love anyone else in their lifetime.
Others are all compromises.
Daisy would neither compromise nor agree to.
She waited for Edward Stephens alone.
And she finally waited for him again.
Sitting in the back seat, Daisy closed her eyes to get some rest during the few minutes it took to return to the company.
Oliver Rubio, her part-time driver, was driving, glancing at Daisy’s expression a few times in the rear-view mirror.
She wasn’t wearing makeup, lacking the usual sharpness and instead showing a softer beauty, yet her face was pale, perhaps not well-rested, exuding a faint fatigue.
The sudden "buzz buzz" of a phone ringing startled Oliver Rubio as he searched around for the source, only to see Daisy open her eyes, hold her forehead, sit up, and answer her phone.
"Hello, Aunt? Oh... I’m fine, I’m almost at the office." Not sure what was said on the other side, Daisy was silent for a moment and then just calmly said, "Yesterday was my birthday, Aunt."
After she spoke, she said no more.
It seemed quiet on the other end too; no one knew what was going on.
After a moment with no reply from Lady Stephens, Daisy said lightly, "Aunt, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."
On the other end, Lady Stephens was almost moved to tears.
She was silent for a while, organizing her words before speaking haltingly: "Daisy, Aunt forgot, I didn’t prepare a birthday gift for you..."
Daisy chuckled softly, her tone gentle: "No worries, after all, I won’t celebrate it in the future either. It’s not an important day."