In these three years of separation, how on earth did he tornt himself to the point of having leukemia relapse twice?
Her body hurt, and so did her heart.
Before she could calm down, she heard the man calling her na.
"Daisy."
She looked up and saw Edward Stephens, who had just been pressed down, struggling to sit up again from the bed.
He simply couldn’t keep still.
She sat on the sofa, watching him coldly, wondering what kind of trouble this critically ill guy could still stir up for her.
"I didn’t an to deceive you."
After sitting up, the man began to explain to her.
"I know, you did it on purpose."
"There’s no perfect solution in this world..." He took a slight breath, speaking softly, "At that ti, I couldn’t guarantee that I could make it in ti next ti..."
"So, you planned to deceive for a lifeti."
"I didn’t." He seed a bit aggrieved, explaining in a low voice, "As soon as I can break free from his control, I will contact you."
"You did." Daisy Ginger looked at him, "A year ago, your old illness relapsed, and if it couldn’t be cured, you planned to deceive for a lifeti."
"..." Edward Stephens suddenly fell silent, he looked up at Daisy Ginger, the woman sitting across from him, her face pale, extrely calm.
She understood him, and she was smart; once she knew a clue, he didn’t need to explain to her anymore.
So she knew of his selfishness, his helplessness, his concealnt.
Daisy Ginger slowly curled her lips, looking at Edward Stephens, "You plan to die yourself and still not tell the truth. What will I receive? One day, suddenly getting a large inheritance? Edward Stephens, do you think you’re very noble, do you think that no matter what you do, I should tolerate you?"
She laughed angrily, but her eyes reddened, her slender shoulders trembling slightly with rage.
"You tell nothing, not even that you have a terminal illness, if it’s not cured, do you plan to take these secrets to the grave? Is this love? I just feel that you don’t love at all. You are really too cruel to ."
Edward Stephens had nothing to say.
Cruel?
That was already the best result he could achieve for her.
He was helpless, without a plan or ans.
He couldn’t defend himself either.
Daisy Ginger took a deep breath, looked up at the void, and held back her tears.
Her voice gradually cald down as she said to Edward Stephens, "I will wait until you get better, then leave."
"..." Edward Stephens looked at her.
"I think there’s no need for us to be together anymore." She shook her head, "Edward Stephens, I’m no longer a girl in her twenties, I feel that being together without trust is a terrible thing. I’m very afraid, I don’t know what you might deceive about under the guise of my well-being in the future."
"...I can’t endure it again. Do you know? Regaining what was lost is the most painful thing." She looked at him, "Losing isn’t scary; gaining what was lost is scary. Because you can’t withstand the shock of losing it again."
"I’m not strong. I’m already very tired." Her voice slowly lowered, "Edward Stephens, I think we’re truly not suitable."
The room fell completely silent.
The sound of breathing between them was quiet.
A cold wind blew in from outside the window, sending a chill from fingertips to the heart.
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