The lights in the hospital room were off.
Only the lights from outside reflected on the window, illuminating the room.
Daisy Ginger leaned against the headboard, her thin and bony shoulders exposed to the air, emitting a pale and translucent glow.
Edward Stephens walked in, turned on the lights, and looked at Daisy’s wrist, which had just been stitched up but was already starting to bleed again.
His eyes turned a shade colder as he walked to the bedside and asked coldly, "Have you caused enough trouble?"
Daisy opened her eyes, her gaze eting the man’s face. Her pupils contracted violently for a mont. She suddenly raised her hand and threw the pillow at the face she hated so much.
"Get out!" Her voice was hoarse, filled with resentnt and hatred. The mont she saw him, she couldn’t control her emotions, "Get out of here!"
Edward let the pillow hit him, staring coldly at the furious Daisy. "If you keep being so stubborn, I’ll have soone tie you up. Do you believe ?"
Upon hearing this, Daisy sharply lifted her head and glared at him.
Her lips started to tremble slightly, and her eyes were filled with a thin layer of tears, anger mixed with helplessness.
She felt like a cal gradually being crushed, continually enduring and compromising. Her instinct to survive made her subconsciously ignore how embarrassing and humble her current life was.
She was unwilling to look around or dare to reflect on what kind of days she’d been living these past few months. She didn’t want to admit that her current life was one of relying on others, living under their rcy.
It seed that by not looking or thinking, she could pretend to live with dignity, rather than being forced to entangle with this man.
She was so weak that she didn’t even dare to face her current defeated state.
Despite years in business, she clearly knew that entrusting her life and fortune to soone else made her the fish on the chopping block. Even if humiliated or manipulated, it was what she deserved.
She had absolutely no way to resist any ans the other party used against her.
...
Are these kinds of days going to last a lifeti?
She looked at Edward and laughed softly, raising her chin and saying lightly, "Edward Stephens, you’d be better off killing ."
"..." The man’s jaw clenched slightly. He stared at Daisy, his eyes deep and unreadable.
"I hate you to death." Her pale lips trembled as she spoke each word to him. "I will never forgive you for everything you’ve done to in my lifeti. Stop trying to manipulate . I won’t keep this child, and I won’t remain in Chicago. Sooner or later, I’ll escape from you, sooner or later!"
There’s no need to endure this any longer.
Let the Gingers go bankrupt if it cos to that.
She didn’t want it anymore.
Anyway, even if she keeps it, no one will return.
Perhaps, she was wrong from the start.
She shouldn’t have co to Chicago with Edward to save the Gingers.
The first compromise was a lifeti of compromise.
The first ti she bowed her head in front of him, she’d never be able to lift it again.
She was too naive.
She thought that by taking a step back, she could maintain this balance.
She should have known long ago that it’s human nature to push the limits.
"..." Edward watched her.
In her eyes were tears, and within those tears, hatred.
He slightly clenched his hands, observing the hatred filling Daisy’s eyes, and said lightly, "No matter how good I am to you, do you only see the bad parts?"
Daisy laughed, "Your so-called goodness—is it making my company go bankrupt, forcing to leave my holand, or changing my dication to compel to give birth to this child you planned for?"
Her laughter grew sharper, "Do you think that by being a bit gentler to , you can counteract all the wrongs?"
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