At this mont, Daisy Ginger felt a sense of desolation, akin to Ian Linton, "fellow sufferers driven apart in the vast world."
Edward Stephens doesn’t love her, just as Emily Ginger doesn’t love him.
——A bit humiliating, and a bit helpless.
Daisy Ginger lifted her head and smiled faintly at Ian Linton, "I’m on leave today, ca to check on Emily. How is she now?"
"Mr. Stephens has been taking care of her these days..." At this point, a trace of embarrassnt appeared on Ian Linton’s refined and handso face. Even though his character is gentle and non-aggressive, it’s hard to speak of these things when his fiancée won’t let him approach, but allows another man to care for her, "Her ntal state has stabilized a lot. Nurses and doctors can also go in for a short while, but she still needs sedative injections."
"But you’re still not allowed inside?"
"...Yes." Ian Linton sounded a bit at a loss, "She doesn’t allow and my mother to get close, I can only bring food from ho and let Mr. Stephens take it in."
"Have they found out the reason?"
Ian Linton looked at her and shook his head helplessly, "I don’t know... that night she suddenly ran out, I was still at the office, if I’d returned ho earlier that day." He took a deep breath at this point, and a regretful expression appeared on his face, his tone sowhat pained, "Doctors also couldn’t find any conditions, just said that pregnancy hormones might have caused neurodegeneration, but the specifics, they haven’t figured out yet."
Listening to this, Daisy Ginger was slightly tongue-tied—according to Ian Linton, when Emily showed up at her doorstep all drenched that day, she was already out of her mind?
She recalled Emily’s desperate, helpless gaze and breakdown expression, again feeling it didn’t seem like it...
Yet her illogical sequence of words at the ti did have a touch of madness.
Thinking it over and over, Daisy Ginger still couldn’t figure it out, so she simply stopped trying—the doctors haven’t figured it out, how could she, an outsider, make sense of it.
Ian Linton walked over and handed him the thermos bottle, saying softly, "Mr. Stephens, I’m bothering you."
Edward Stephens looked at him and didn’t say anything more, just reached out to take it.
His expression remained composed, seemingly indifferent to the complex relationships between the two n and two won on site and inside. Ian Linton, on the other hand, already felt so awkward that he had nothing to say, and after handing off the thermos bottle, he moved to the side, lit a cigarette, and turned his back on them, starting to smoke sullenly.
Edward Stephens turned and entered the ward.
Daisy Ginger slled the faint smoke scent lingering in the hallway and walked over, sympathetically saying, "Ian, maybe you should go back first."
Ian Linton turned his head slightly to look at her. He didn’t know how many days he’d gone without sleep, his eyes bloodshot, the calm he maintained before Edward Stephens seeming to crack slightly now, he shook his head at Daisy Ginger and sighed lightly, "Director Ginger, do I look awful right now?"
Daisy Ginger raised her hand and patted his shoulder.
"Emily doesn’t love ." Ian Linton took a drag on his cigarette, his tone sowhat bitter and resigned, "Perhaps, everything good I did for her was wrong."
...
Perhaps everything good I did for her was wrong.
...
Daisy Ginger was slightly stunned, her heart montarily heavy, as Ian Linton’s words seed to also clarify her relationship with Edward Stephens.
"I thought if I treated her well, she would fall in love with ." Ian Linton’s voice drifted softly over, "She eventually agreed to marry . Looking back now, it feels like those days of happiness were just a fleeting dream."
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