Edward Stephens said, "I simply let him suffer the punishnt he deserved. In all these years, following him, haven’t you witnessed enough people dying by his hands?"
"...That was my fault."
"Your fault?"
"It was supposed to be who died." She pressed her pale lips together, her voice so low as if it would be blown away by the wind, "...If I had died back then, none of this would have happened."
Edward Stephens replied coldly, "Charlotte Smith, stop aiding the wicked. He’s killed so many people. Even in death, he should die in prison."
"He doesn’t have long to live." She said anxiously, "Young master, he won’t do anything anymore, please let him go..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her, "How can you guarantee that if I release him, he won’t co after Daisy and again?"
"..." Charlotte was stunned.
A flash of despair crossed her face, and she remained silent for a long ti.
Edward Stephens was right; she had no way of ensuring that, upon release from prison, Robert Stephens would leave Edward alone.
On the contrary, if he were released and learned of everything Edward had done, he might do whatever it takes to control him.
The two brothers, when facing each other, could never fully accommodate each other.
Clearly, they weren’t like this in the past...
If not because of her...
"But he’s about to die." Charlotte raised her head and looked at him, her haggard and pale face devoid of any color. She looked at them with emptiness and despair.
"I can’t just watch him die like this..."
"Young master, you tell , what should I do?"
...
She truly no longer knew what to do...
During the days Edward Stephens was missing, she spent countless resources, sought connections, pleaded with Ryan Smith, and tried to get him out of prison.
She knew that many people in this world hated him, including herself...
She hated him so much for causing the death of her child, but when he was about to die, what filled her mind was the kindness Robert Stephens once showed her.
The way he shielded her by standing in front of her.
He was the man she hated the most, really wishing he would die imdiately.
But, but...
Why did he save her?
She hadn’t had the chance to ask him why he saved her; he couldn’t just die like this.
...
Daisy Ginger looked at Charlotte Smith’s expression, her feelings were complex.
Honestly, she had never seen a person imrse in such despair.
Despair had beco palpable, wrapping around this woman layer by layer, to the extent that she doubted if Robert Stephens was truly sentenced and imprisoned, Charlotte Smith might crumble.
She actually...
Loved Robert Stephens.
She found it laughable.
But seeing her in such a pitiful state, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh.
Edward Stephens held Daisy Ginger’s cold hand in his palm. He ignored Charlotte Smith’s words. Everything Robert Stephens supposedly did for him was established from a standpoint of harm.
Does loving soone an hurting them?
Daisy Ginger said, "Charlotte Smith, you’ve been obsessed with a murderer, have you taken good care of George?"
Charlotte Smith was slightly startled and looked up at her.
"Do you know what kind of life George is living now in the Stephens family?" Daisy asked pointedly, "He’s still a child, and since you gave birth to him, why haven’t you taken good care of him?"
Charlotte looked at her, and after a mont, lowered her eyes, "Everything I’m doing now is for him."
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