She guessed it.
Charlotte Smith had this thought flash through her mind.
With a stiff body, she walked out of the room, and only when the cold wind from outside blew over did she slowly exhale.
Back in Banyan City, when she found out Daisy Ginger was pregnant, she imdiately arranged for soone to remove the child from her womb.
It wasn’t out of jealousy, it was simply the best choice she could make for her at the ti.
A child not acknowledged by the Stephens family was truly pitiful...
It’s just that at the ti, she never thought Edward Stephens would go this far.
If, back then, soone could have been there for her...
Her fingers unconsciously brushed the scar on her lower abdon.
Standing by the window, Charlotte Smith’s pupils briefly went hazy, as if once more seeing the scene from years ago—being caught even after running tirelessly, admitted to the hospital, having her belly incised, and the five-month-old fetus forcibly torn from her body and discarded.
At that ti, she had just been injected with anesthesia, but it hadn’t taken effect yet.
The intense pain lingering in her nerves made her dare not defy the Stephens family ever again.
A child acknowledged by the Stephens family is so fortunate.
If her child were still alive, it would be eight years old now.
In her heart, she still envied Daisy Ginger.
She would never have her own child again.
*
There were three deep scars on Daisy Ginger’s arm.
Although the nurses applied growth factor daily to repair her damaged skin, she knew in her heart that scars would remain on her wrist.
She loved beauty, but at this mont, she didn’t care at all about these three ugly scars.
She was confined in the hospital, with soone watching outside the door at all tis, not even allowing her to step outside easily. Edward Stephens was determined to keep her locked up and wanted her to give birth to the child.
It was unclear what right he had to force her to give birth to this child.
Perhaps because he knew she didn’t want to see him, Edward Stephens hadn’t co over during these days of hospitalization, only sending Charlotte Smith to her room sotis to check on her.
After the argunt that day, Charlotte Smith beca even more silent, behaving like a robot in her hospital room, indifferent to any provocation from her.
Life was very dull.
Even leaving her at a loss.
If this continued, she might really be forced by Edward Stephens to give birth.
On the day of her discharge, the man she hadn’t seen for a week finally appeared in her hospital room.
Daisy Ginger was changing clothes with the help of a nurse, chatting and laughing, but when she saw him co in, her expression instantly turned cold.
The man looked at her face, waved his hand to signal the nurses in the room to leave, closed the door, and walked inside.
Daisy Ginger sat on the edge of the bed, lowering her head as if she didn’t see him, fastening her buttons.
The man walked over, his slender fingers resting on her clothes, helping her dress.
"Smack!" She slapped his hand away forcefully; he paused, glanced up at her icy expression, sighed softly, and without missing a beat, fastened her buttons and draped her coat on her.
Sitting on the bed, Daisy Ginger looked at him with indifference: "Why are you here? I don’t want to see you, get out!"
"I’ve co to take you ho." The man casually rubbed his hand, reddened by her slap, eyeing her cold visage with a lowered gaze, "Still mad? Want to hit a few more tis?"
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