No one can save her...
She lowered her head, gently touching her belly, "Baby, I’m sorry... let’s go together, shall we..."
She couldn’t bring them into the world, nor let them live in such a dysfunctional family. Rather than living a pitiful life, it was better to die with her.
Emily Ginger thought this, and gradually felt a little more at ease.
Living is so painful that death seems the greatest release.
After all, no one would save her...
No one could save her anymore...
She lowered her head, looking at the turbulent river below, smiled with relief, and leaned forward, falling.
*
"Boom——"
Daisy Ginger was jolted awake by the crash of thunder.
She had taken sleeping pills, but was still groggy under their influence and had only been asleep for less than an hour when she woke up.
The rain was getting heavier.
The window blew open at so unknown ti, letting raindrops drift in, soaking the floor.
She held her head, on the verge of a splitting headache, got out of bed and went to shut the window.
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
The phone by her pillow vibrated violently, startling Daisy, almost causing her to slip on the wet floor.
Who was calling her in the middle of the night?
She walked over irritably, found her phone, and saw Edward Stephens’ na on the screen.
He dared to call her?
She gritted her teeth, almost laughing in anger, her fingers tempted to hang up, but she couldn’t resist and answered.
As long as he apologized, Daisy thought, as long as he apologized, she would—
"Daisy, Emily is at the First People’s Hospital. She’s dying. Do you want to see her one last ti?"
*
A torrential rain.
Daisy hastily called for a driver, and as she got into the car, she heard the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, and these four words appeared in her mind.
This rain seed to have washed her relationship with Edward Stephens to a precarious point.
Just that afternoon, she had embraced him deeply, his scent enveloping her nose so intimately, as if she was truly loved by him.
How dreamlike it all seed.
She gazed at the dark car window, seeing her reflection with a mocking smile on her lips.
"Miss Ginger, we’ve arrived at the hospital."
The car slowly stopped, and the driver’s voice brought her back to reality. Daisy murmured a response, opened the car door, and stepping out with her umbrella, wearing high heels.
In the corridor of the ergency room, many people were already there, including Abigail Perry, Ian Linton, Ian’s parents, and Edward Stephens.
She could hear Abigail Perry’s crying from afar, her voice as loud as ever. Daisy walked over slowly with her dripping umbrella and saw Edward turning his head to look at her.
In her rush, Daisy hadn’t had ti to change out of her silk nightgown, rely wrapping herself in a black long coat, while standing in her high heels, her long hair loose, still looking enchanting and graceful, her face delicate.
"What happened?"
She stepped forward and asked Edward.
He looked at her, telling her, "She jumped off the bridge to commit suicide, was spotted by a passerby, and was just brought to the hospital by a kind stranger."
"..." Daisy silently averted her gaze, walked to the wall, folded her arms, and leaned against it.
After that, the two did not communicate further.
The sound of Abigail Perry’s heart-wrenching cries echoed in her ears. Daisy closed her eyes, listening for a while, only feeling her nerves, dulled by sleeping pills, being agitated one by one by the noise; she inhaled slightly, feeling sowhat weary, and turned to seek so peace outside.
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