"At this point, it’s no longer important." Edward Stephens released her hand and draped a blanket over her shoulders, "Get so rest early. When Daisy Ginger cos back, you’ll still need to go out with her to unwind. Don’t let yourself fall ill before then."
"Edward," Lady Stephens remained silent for a mont before she couldn’t help but speak, "Actually..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her, "I’m not interested."
Lady Stephens was slightly taken aback, looking at her son with reddened eyes, yet seeing his usual expression, unable to discern what he was thinking now.
Did he know?
When did he find out?
Why hasn’t he asked her about it?
Does he hate her?
Does he bla her?
...
A multitude of thoughts surfaced in her mind in an instant, but they receded under Edward Stephens’ calm deanor. She didn’t know how to start, and at this point, besides anxiety, there was a layer of guilt in her heart.
Perhaps, when she made that choice, she no longer had the right to ask Edward Stephens, "Do you resent ?"
"Edward," Lady Stephens lowered her head and choked back a sob before saying, "No matter what you think, you must know that I did this because I love you."
Edward Stephens said, "I know."
He then added, "I’ll take you upstairs to rest."
Lady Stephens nodded with reddened eyes, held her son’s hand, and went upstairs.
Stopping in front of the bedroom, Lady Stephens, wrapped in a thin blanket, raised her hand to gently stroke her son’s cheek. Her gaze was tender and warm as she whispered, "My little Edward, you’ve really grown up..."
Edward Stephens’ eyes shimred slightly, and he let out a soft sigh, "Go rest."
Lady Stephens nodded slowly, turned around, and entered the bedroom.
After escorting his mother back to her room, Edward Stephens leaned against the wall, gazing into the void, exhaling a breath.
So things, as he just said, are no longer important.
The human heart changes easily, especially after so much ti has passed.
What was once unacceptable has now beco a fact.
He could not bla her for anything, not to ntion everything was his own choice.
At this point, there was no way back.
*
When Daisy Ginger awoke from her slumber, she hadn’t imdiately realized she was in a different place.
In a muddled state, still feeling very weak, she stared at the white ceiling for a while before slowly beginning to shift her gaze.
The sight before her was no longer the furnishings of her mory.
She lay on a double bed, opposite was a large projection screen, cream-colored curtains fluttered by the wind as she caught sight of the ocean not far away.
When Daisy Ginger saw the shimring coastline, she was montarily stunned, thinking she had slept herself silly.
It wasn’t until Ian Linton opened the door and entered with a wheelchair, inviting her to go out on the beach to soak up the sun, that she realized Ian had moved her to another place.
He was still the sa, polite and gentle, standing by the bed inviting her with a deanor that was flawlessly graceful, his brown eyes gazing at her with warmth and friendliness.
Daisy Ginger slapped away the hand he offered, her voice hoarse, "Get lost!"
She felt a slight panic in her heart.
It seed she was being moved further and further away by him.
When would she ever be able to escape?
"Director Ginger," Ian Linton sighed softly, his tone lancholic, "This is our last few days of being alone together."
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