Charlotte Smith stood silently at the door with a dical kit, feeling uneasy as she waited for Daisy Ginger and Edward Stephens to co out.
Inside the room, gut-wrenching sounds of vomiting could be heard. Charlotte resisted the urge to go in until the man opened the door and stood in front of her.
"Second Young Master," she looked at Edward Stephens. Seeing his composed expression, she felt less panicked and cautiously asked, "The driver is waiting at the door. Does Miss Ginger need to go to the hospital?"
Edward shook his head and glanced towards the bathroom, his voice revealing no emotion: "Let’s wait a bit."
Charlotte slightly pressed her lips together and lowered her head to apologize to him, "I’m sorry, Second Young Master. I didn’t hide well, and Miss Ginger found out. If you’re angry, just punish ."
She felt guilty. Edward had entrusted her with sothing, showing his trust in her, and she had let him down.
Edward glanced at her, snorted slightly in a mocking manner, and said with a cold smile, "What does it have to do with you? It was bound to co out eventually; she’s not a fool."
It was just unexpected that she would find out the truth at such a critical mont.
"But..."
"That’s enough," Edward interrupted her, "I’ve already lost one child. This child, I’ll see that she gives birth to it safely. You’ll help , won’t you?"
"..." Charlotte hesitated for a mont, clenched her hands, and lowered her head under Edward’s gaze, "It’s my duty."
The man said nothing more, but as he heard the sounds from the bathroom subside, he leaned in to go inside.
Monts later, he ca out holding the unconscious Daisy Ginger.
Charlotte looked at the woman in his arms.
Daisy’s hair was disheveled, her eyes closed, the wounds on her arm pale, her face stained with tears.
The whole person was in a dreadful state.
But Edward remained calm, showing no trace of compassion, filled instead with an obsessive possessiveness and decisiveness.
Charlotte couldn’t help but think that perhaps when he irrevocably drugged Daisy, he had already prepared for the worst outco.
Using any ans necessary, he intended to imprison this woman by his side for life.
That’s why when it all ca to light, he was so calm, so calm it sent shivers down her spine.
*
Daisy was sent to the hospital.
The criss-crossing wounds on her wrists were stitched several tis.
There was a risk of scarring.
When she woke up, she no longer had the strength to struggle, just lay there with a pale face, her eyes dazed and powerless as she stared into emptiness.
Perhaps to not further provoke her spirit, Edward was not in the ward; only a nurse was left on duty.
A while after she woke up, the door was gently pushed open.
Charlotte ca in, holding food she had brought from the Stephens family.
Daisy paid her no attention.
Until Charlotte handed her a pair of chopsticks, which Daisy knocked away with one swipe.
"Get out."
Her voice was weak, hoarse and unpleasant, yet firm and cold.
"Miss Ginger," Charlotte lowered her head, as always, gentle and polite, "You haven’t eaten all day. If you don’t eat sothing, your body won’t hold up."
Daisy closed her eyes, "Go away. Just seeing you makes sick. Can you please not disgust anymore by showing up in front of ?"
"..." Charlotte was silent for a mont, then humbly said to Daisy, "Miss Ginger, if you hate , once you’re feeling better, you can hit , but don’t harm your body."
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