Daisy Ginger jolted violently, jumped off the bed, and rushed out the door, tightly embraced by Edward Stephens.
The man held her from behind, his voice steady and cold: "Daisy, calm down! Do you not want your foot?!"
"How can you ask to calm down!" Daisy raised her tear-streaked face, looking devastated, and shouted at him, "My mom was hard! If there’s anything, co at , why must they hurt her! She’s suffered enough!"
Blood continuously seeped from Daisy Ginger’s ankle, a wound from the past few days that hadn’t completely healed, starting to bleed due to her heightened emotions.
Edward Stephens tightened his grip on her shoulders, staring coldly at her face, said: "If you don’t calm down, I’ll knock you out."
Daisy t the man’s gaze, his eyes held absolute calm and a rciless determination.
She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to calm down. She could not pass out now; she had to go to the police station and shred the person who hard Alice Lesser into pieces!
Edward looked at her and asked, "Cald down?"
Daisy lifted her head, a hint of hatred in her eyes: "It’s not your mom who’s a vegetable! Of course you can be calm!"
Her lips were bitten until they bled, her eyes brimming with tears. Edward looked at her weary, grief-stricken face, lifted her up horizontally, and placed her on the bed.
He pressed the bell to call the nurse to treat Daisy’s foot wound.
"You’re right, it’s not my mother in trouble, so I can’t empathize," Edward rolled up Daisy’s pant leg, viewing the non-coagulating blood beads rolling down her ankle, "But now you’re my wife; as your husband, I can’t allow you to run barefoot in the freezing snow." He said coldly, "I don’t need a wife who spends the rest of her life in a wheelchair."
You’re the one in a wheelchair for the rest of your life.
Daisy wanted to curse at him, but she couldn’t stabilize her emotions, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
With her eyes red, she asked, "Who pushed Alice Lesser down?"
Edward glanced at her, "A slightly plump woman. You hired a caretaker for Alice Lesser, rember?"
Alice’s caretaker...
In Daisy’s muddled brain, appeared a face of a middle-aged woman smiling flatteringly at her.
She stiffened, looking at Edward in disbelief.
Ever since Alice’s accident, she had been pressing the director and nurses for accountability, exerting pressure on the police for a thorough investigation but had forgotten the woman who cared for Alice daily in her hospital room...
"After the hospital incident, she resigned." Edward looked at those continuously bleeding from Daisy’s ankle, slightly frowned, fearing it wouldn’t heal and might require antibiotics. "Greenhill Hospital has closed down, patients have been transferred, caretakers resigning is normal. When Alice had an accident, she was sleeping in the room with a solid alibi. The police followed the procedure, asked her a few questions, then let her go."
Daisy looked at him dazedly, unable to understand why a caretaker being paid twenty-five thousand a month, only caring for Alice’s basic needs, would want to harm Alice? What deep grudge could justify hurting Alice?
Daisy quivered all over; Edward reached out, pulled her close, letting her forehead rest against his shoulder.
"Why?" Daisy asked, her voice raspy.
"When I arrived, the police called , said an overseas virtual account transferred a million to the caretaker’s bank account days ago," Edward murmured, "Daisy, pull yourself together, soone has targeted you. They’re using this to hit you, the more you suffer, the happier they are, isn’t it?"
Money...
A million bought Alice’s life.
Alice, once the city’s pride, only worth a million.
A re million severed all her possibilities.
Daisy at monts wanted to laugh, but more pervasive was an indescribable hatred.
She wanted to kill.
Wanted to kill everyone who hurt Alice!
She worked so hard to maintain the whole company not just for the opportunity to act cute in front of Alice in the future, to tell her, Mom, I kept your company. Isn’t that impressive?
A million ruined everything.
"Can I... manage not to feel pain?" Daisy slowly lifted her head, tears in her eyes, devoid of any light, "Edward, do you know how hard, how much effort I’ve put in over these years..."
All just to make Alice proud and pleased.
Her daughter excelled, outshone all her friends’ children, much more accomplished than Abigail Perry’s daughter.
She wanted to make her happy!
She wanted her to live for her sake!
She wanted Alice to know that Daisy Ginger was worth staying alive...
*
The nurse ca in, saw the blood on Daisy’s foot, and scread in fright, even called in the doctor.
The inflammation started from the bone structure, though the bone had reattached, the flesh hadn’t fully grown back, easily leading to pus and necrosis.
Daisy had exerted herself excessively these days, exacerbating the not-fully-healed foot injury. Then ca Alice’s incident, her physical condition plumted, wounds repeatedly inflad, unable to heal.
The doctor checked briefly, dissatisfied, threatened her: "If you don’t properly rest, once this area rots, we’ll have to open the flesh to clean out the infection, and you’ll be the one to suffer then!"
Edward had endured the pain of debrident; upon hearing this, he took it seriously. But Daisy, fearless like a calf, coldly retorted, "Whatever. I’m not afraid of pain."
Edward lightly tapped her head, then went over to discuss the treatnt plan with the doctor, returning to tell her: "The doctor wasn’t bluffing. Your inflammation is severe, you’ll be getting an antibiotic injection, and I’ll take you to the police station afterward."
Hearing about the antibiotic shot, Daisy realized her foot injury, seemingly minor, was growing more serious. She pursed her lips, softly whispered "Oh."
As the nurse was dressing her wounds, Edward sat beside the bed, looked at her face, and asked: "Cald down a bit now?"
Daisy raised her head, glanced at the man’s beautiful eyes. His gaze deep, profoundly observing her, appearing quite stable.
"You said I’m calm only because it’s not my mother, you’re right. But if I too lose my composure like you, we might not capture them, and our family would be ruined."
Daisy knew he made sense, bowed her head, softly spoke: "Edward, I didn’t an to bla you."
"I fixed the surveillance, already sent the video to the police. They’ve dispatched soone to find the caretaker now. Your primary concern is figuring out who’s so hateful toward you, to harm you, what benefit do they gain."
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