Edward Stephens walked in from the doorway, reaching out to take the dressing box from Lady Stephens’ hand.
There was a combination lock hanging on the box. He glanced at Lady Stephens and casually entered a few numbers.
With a "click," the combination lock opened.
Lady Stephens stared blankly for a mont, looking at her son incredulously, her red-rimd eyes filled with doubt.
Edward gave her a lazy glance, not bothering to explain. Her passwords were just a few numbers repeated over and over; it was easy to guess.
Edward lowered his head and opened the exquisite lid of the box.
Neatly stacked photos were revealed in front of him.
It turned out the most precious thing Lady Stephens had hidden inside was a few yellowing photos.
Edward’s gaze deepened.
It was as if he had personally opened Pandora’s box, and the secrets that had been hidden for decades unfolded before him like this.
He bowed his head, looking over the photos one by one.
His expression was calm, without any ripple of emotion.
Lady Stephens twisted her hands, watching her son’s expression, her face tense, restless.
Today, she had told him all the secrets, thoroughly and completely.
He is...
What does he think?
Edward returned the photos, then handed the dressing box back to Lady Stephens.
His expression was indifferent, "I’ll head back to the hospital first."
Lady Stephens held the dressing box, watching her son walk out as usual. She froze briefly and looked at him in panic, "Edward!"
Edward stood at the door, turning his head slightly upon hearing her. His gaze was deep, but his tone was calm, "Don’t worry, I won’t abandon my woman."
Lady Stephens looked at him with slight surprise.
Edward continued, "You don’t need to worry unnecessarily. The past is already past. She is mine now, and I won’t let her suffer."
Because of Edward’s words, Lady Stephens’ panicked heart inexplicably cald sowhat.
She knew that although her son always seed indifferent to everything, he never lied about the things he promised her.
Lady Stephens’ chest heaved violently once, and her pale face gradually regained color.
She smiled at him gently, saying, "Daisy is a good girl, as long as you treat her well, she will be the woman who loves you the most in the world."
The woman who loves you the most in the world.
Edward lowered his eyes, silently let out a chuckle, then nodded slightly at Lady Stephens and turned to leave.
He got into the car, slowly exhaled a breath, and felt his phone vibrate slightly a few tis. When he took it out to look, it was Daisy Ginger who had sent another WeChat ssage.
Daisy Ginger: "I still need SKII and La r cream, just these few in the picture. Please bring them along."
Her demands were really damn many.
Edward tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips together slightly.
His mind was filled with the photos Lady Stephens had just shown him.
Even though he was prepared, seeing those faces in the photos, his heart still felt like it had been heavily hit.
That feeling was hard to describe.
A bit nauseated, a bit excited, a bit repulsive, but more than anything, it was complicated.
It was a shock completely incomparable to the old stories Ryan Smith had brought to him, telling him those news.
Edward’s complexion, under the clear winter sunlight, also faintly showed a hint of transparency.
He was intensely emotional, sitting in the car smoking for over half an hour before he slowly cald down, then drove to the hospital to see Daisy Ginger.
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