Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen Chapter 375 - 403: Did you hear everything my mom said?

After staying with the Stephens family for a few days, Daisy suggested going back to Banyan City for a visit.

This ti, Edward Stephens did not stop her but insisted that she focus on recovering first.

Daisy’s health has indeed been very fragile lately, with bleeding from internal organs, and it’s not sothing that can be recovered within a month. To fully restore her health, dication is needed alongside bedrest, making an imdiate flight back impossible.

She accepted his response.

Their relationship beca much more harmonious following her recent hospitalization.

After the most intense argunts, the trivialities of life seed too insignificant to bother arguing over. Daisy returned to the Stephens residence, feeling dazed most days. Sotis when Charlotte Smith brought her dicine, she wouldn’t even notice her entering.

Lady Stephens was always around, but she seldom left her room, so their paths never crossed. Occasionally, late at night, the hallway would echo with Lady Stephens’ footsteps and chatter with the maids. Her gentle, lively voice contrasted with the somber atmosphere of the Stephens residence; perhaps it was her innocent sweetness that allowed her to live comfortably in such a place.

Yet one evening, while Daisy awoke from a deep sleep, she overheard Edward and Lady Stephens talking outside the door.

Their voices were kept intentionally low, fearing to wake her, but the quiet of the night let their conversation seep clearly through the door.

"... She’s already lost two children and might have difficulty bearing again. You must treat her well. Daisy hasn’t done anything to wrong you; if anyone is to bla, it should be . Don’t vent your anger on her," Lady Stephens said.

"I don’t bla her."

"I deceived her back then. I don’t regret saving you, but I regret not telling her sooner," Lady Stephens continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "Had I told her earlier, things wouldn’t have blown up like this; it would have been better for both of you."

"Why did you lie to her back then?"

"Why? I was scared... He’s been dead for eight years now, and you think she wouldn’t hate if she found out? I could’ve told her sooner; I could’ve asked her not to wait. But it was him who told to hide it from her... He said as long as he’s alive, she could live well... How could I say anything? He’s been dead for eight years!"

"..."

"If not for your illness, I would never have returned to Banyan City," Lady Stephens spoke softly, "I was reckless, thinking I could keep her in the dark forever. Edward, the fault lies entirely with ; don’t bla Daisy. If anyone should be hated, it’s ; if anyone should be resented, it’s . You both are good kids; it was mom who made the mistake."

Edward replied in a low voice, "I don’t resent you. You should sleep, it’s getting late."

The sounds of Lady Stephens’ gentle sighs ca through, suggesting Edward accompanied her a few steps before returning, opening the door.

"I knew you were awake," he stated.

Seeing her sitting by the bedside, the man didn’t seem surprised. He smiled as he walked in, took off his coat, and approached her, gently tidying her ssy hair.

"Did you take your evening dicine?"

Daisy answered softly, "I did."

She looked sowhat bewildered; the man studied her face, reached out to gently hold her chin, lifting it slightly, and asked, "Did you hear all of what my mother said?"