She had just taken a step when the door of the operating room suddenly opened, and a doctor wearing a mask ca out.
"Doctor." Abigail Perry and the others imdiately crowded around, anxiously asking, "How is Emily? Will she be alright?"
Daisy Ginger paused her steps slightly, turned her head, and looked towards the door of the operating room.
The doctor took off his mask, revealing a face with slightly furrowed brows, "The adult is currently not out of danger. The two children in her belly cannot be saved. Who among you is the patient’s relative? We need you to sign a liability waiver."
"I am Emily’s mother," Abigail hurriedly said, "I don’t care about those two children, I just want Emily to co back. I’ll sign, I’ll sign right now!"
She looked panicked, at a complete loss. A nurse ca over, handed her a pen, and she signed her na with trembling hands without even looking.
After signing, she rushed to the doctor, crying out, "Doctor, you must save my daughter. She’s only twenty-four, she’s so young, she can’t die... I’m kneeling to you, you must save her..."
As she spoke, her legs dropped straight to the floor, but the people around her quickly supported her.
...
Daisy Ginger stood not far away, slowly withdrawing her gaze, and walked expressionlessly towards the corridor outside.
In the face of life and death, all love and hatred seem so pale and powerless.
No matter how abhorrent Abigail Perry was in the past, she didn’t want her to lose her only daughter.
She stood at the vent for a while, letting the cold wind calm her heated mind down, then wearily found a long bench to sit on, leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes.
Her chest felt stuffy.
She felt a bit uncomfortable.
No matter how much she tries to shirk, she cannot escape the fact that she almost caused Emily Ginger’s death.
She refused Emily Ginger’s plea, which was the final straw that broke her. If she had softened her heart a bit back then, perhaps...
She opened her eyes, exhaled a breath, feeling sowhat breathless.
*
At twelve-thirty in the morning, the doctors induced labor to remove the twins in Emily Ginger’s belly.
Emily Ginger was physically weak and had no strong will to survive, making the surgery extrely difficult.
Abigail Perry’s cries were earth-shattering, clearly audible from afar. Daisy Ginger sat alone in the corner, smoked a pack of cigarettes, and when dawn broke slightly, the surgery was over.
Emily Ginger lost her children, but her life was saved; she was transferred to the intensive care unit for observation.
Daisy Ginger patted the ash off her trench coat, stood from the bench with cold limbs, and walked silently towards the elevator with the sll of smoke all over her.
Behind her, a pair of light brown eyes lingered on her graceful figure, not retracting for a long ti.
*
Daisy Ginger returned to the villa in the city center and instructed the servants to pack Edward Stephens’ belongings and send them back to the Stephens family.
The servants were startled when they heard her words, but seeing the hostess’s chilly deanor and the cold and indifferent aura different from usual, they dared not ask questions and went upstairs to pack Edward Stephens’ things as she instructed.
Daisy Ginger sat on the sofa, watching the servants pack up Edward Stephens’ belongings and place them in the living room.
A few sets of clothes, a few original foreign books, all packed up yet not enough to fill a suitcase.
She sat on the sofa, looking at these few items, sowhat in a daze as if awakening from a dream.
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