Edward Stephens brought dinner upstairs and saw the thermos bottle beside Daisy Ginger. He walked over and asked, "What’s this?"
Daisy Ginger’s expression was sowhat blank and exhausted. Terror and sorrow weighed heavily on her heart, gradually numbing her nerves over ti. Besides the occasional suffocating pain, it was no longer as painful as initially.
Daisy Ginger opened her eyes and glanced at him, saying indifferently, "Abigail Perry sent it."
The ntion of this na lightly raised Edward Stephens’ eyebrows. He asked, "Do you want to eat it?"
Daisy Ginger shook her head, "Throw it away."
Edward Stephens casually tossed the thermos bottle into the trash can and then handed Daisy Ginger a cup of hot milk.
"Did she co to see you?"
"My mom’s incident ca to her attention." Daisy Ginger cradled the hot milk, feeling its warmth soothe her icy palms comfortably. She was sowhat fatigued, her voice weak, "She just ca to watch the spectacle."
Edward Stephens didn’t speak, his gaze becoming deeper as he sat down beside Daisy Ginger.
Daisy Ginger closed her eyes and rested her head on Edward Stephens’ shoulder.
At present, only his companionship could make her feel slightly relaxed.
She dared not imagine how it would feel if Edward hadn’t returned, leaving her to face all this alone.
She would certainly go completely insane...
Perhaps becoming a lunatic would an no longer feeling any pain.
Are those who beco mad also trying to escape reality in this way?
She slowly exhaled a breath.
*
The surgery lasted until twelve thirty.
The critical condition notice was issued twice.
From the surveillance, from when Alice Lesser left to when the nurse found her missing and started searching, a whole hour elapsed.
Because there was no surveillance in the garden, no one knew when Alice Lesser fell into the pond. When rescued, she still had a pulse.
But Daisy Ginger also knew that drowning suffocation can claim a life in just minutes; this ti, Alice Lesser indeed faces grim odds.
She calculated rationally and calmly, yet her heart ached from being tightly clenched, making breathing difficult.
The red light turned off, and the doctor pushed Alice Lesser out of the operating room.
Daisy Ginger imdiately stood up from the bench, her gaze fixed on Alice Lesser’s face, her hair white, her snow-white face covered by an oxygen mask, breathing laboriously and painfully. She opened her mouth to call out "Mom," staggering a step, before standing firmly.
She walked over to ask the chief doctor about Alice Lesser’s condition.
The doctor, having operated on Alice Lesser for nearly twelve hours, looked at her with fatigue and sympathy, gently shook his head.
"...Wasn’t brought in ti," he said, "The asphyxiation lasted too long, causing brain death; there’s a high probability she won’t wake up."
Daisy Ginger asked dumbfoundedly, "...Won’t wake up, what does it an?"
The doctor looked at her face, hesitated for a mont, and said, "A vegetative state."
Daisy Ginger froze, her eyes widened, yet she couldn’t see clearly, her vision blurred, as if the sky suddenly darkened, leaving her unable to see anything.
She fainted.
And then, she awoke again.
When she awoke, the sky was still dark. She lay on the hospital bed with glucose dripping into her arm.
Edward Stephens sat on the sofa beside her, eyes slightly closed. Hearing her movent, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Edward." She softly called his na, "Do you rember? I once promised you to take you to see my mom."
"..."
"My mom has been mad for a long ti." Daisy Ginger closed her eyes, her voice remained gentle, "She hasn’t recognized for seven or eight years. But she used to be really wonderful, the best mom in the world."
"Even if she’s insane and doesn’t rember , she’s still my mom."
"I always thought she’d get better, as long as I stayed by her side, she’d eventually recognize ."
"I always believed... she wouldn’t leave alone, wouldn’t neglect ."
Daisy Ginger paused for a long ti before speaking softly again.
"But now, my mom is gone."
Her body began to tremble slightly, suppressed sobs erupted from her curled-up form.
She didn’t understand why destiny chose to treat her this way; just when she struggled so hard to find a bit of happiness, it would snatch away her last remaining, most precious things.
She fought so desperately to preserve the company for Alice Lesser, even willingly supporting Abigail Perry and Emily Ginger, all to hopefully one day, when Alice woke up, she’d see everything she’s done and feel a bit happier.
Although Gabriel Ginger didn’t want her anymore, Daisy Ginger had always been waiting for her.
But now, it seed fate was mocking her, for all she’s done over the years, she would never see.
The road seed to collapse suddenly, telling her there was no need to continue, no need anymore.
Edward Stephens walked over, lifted her along with the blanket from the bed.
Her breath was humid and warm, carrying the scent of the sea; warm liquids soaked the fabric on his shoulder.
Battered and broken.
If he truly loosened his hold, she might actually die.
She’s beco so fragile...
Edward Stephens gently brushed her hair, a faint trace of pity flashing in his gaze.
*
The police, citing mismanagent, took away the female director of Greenhill Hospital.
Alice Lesser’s case continues to be investigated.
Many points of suspicion remain.
For instance, how could she open the door even with the lock flipped?
Who opened the door?
Why did the garden surveillance equipnt happen to break on that day, and did Alice really fall into the pond by herself?
Daisy Ginger, under a barrage of blows, suffered the return of her leg issues alongside depression, taking dication, leaving her groggy, unable even to properly handle business matters.
While she was hospitalized, Abigail Perry seized the excuse of visiting to check on her several tis.
As Daisy Ginger’s condition worsened, Abigail Perry seed to be thriving, like she had absorbed soone’s essence, looking utterly different from usual, flaunting her newfound charisma daily.
Daisy Ginger even asked the family maid if Abigail Perry had been sneaking out with any man recently, but the maid reported that Abigail Perry stayed ho all day, only going out to the beauty salon and put on makeup when necessary.
No one knew whom she was dressing up for.
Daisy Ginger truly lacked the energy to bother with her, assuming she must’ve taken the wrong dication recently; her focus was on Alice Lesser, continuously pressuring the police to thoroughly investigate Alice Lesser’s case.
She herself didn’t even know what answer she was hoping for - whether it was an accidental fall or soone pushed her?
No matter which answer, it would undoubtedly bring her imnse pain.
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