Robert Stephens’s rescue took nearly twelve hours, from dayti until the early hours of the morning, before he was wheeled out of the operating room.
His body was connected to various dical instrunts, and the heavy oxygen mask nearly covered his entire face. Exhausted doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed him to the ICU, and Daisy Ginger didn’t even get a clear look at him.
As the attending doctor was supported out of the operating room, the Stephens family imdiately gathered around to inquire about Robert Stephens’s condition.
The hospital at night was quiet. Daisy Ginger held the man’s cold, lifeless hand as she listened to the doctor answer the Stephens’ questions.
From his halting answers, Daisy gradually pieced together Robert’s current condition.
"When he was sent to the hospital from the courthouse, Robert Stephens’s heart had already stopped. It was revived by electric shocks, and the ergency revealed that all his organs were in varying degrees of failure, suspected to be sequelae from the car accident years ago."
"Although the rescue was tily, Robert has fallen into a coma, relying solely on a ventilator to breathe. Whether he will wake up remains unknown."
...
Daisy Ginger pulled the man to the hospital shop downstairs to buy so bread and milk.
Late at night, both were starving.
Daisy stood in front of Edward Stephens, poured out the dicine prescribed by the doctor into his palm, and spoke softly, "Take your dicine first."
The man didn’t speak; he only swallowed the pills while she watched.
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
"A little."
"Do you want to see the doctor again?"
The man shook his head, "It’s nothing serious. You eat sothing first, and I’ll talk to my mom before taking you ho."
Daisy bit her lip, watching the man’s somber face under the light, and asked softly, "Are you going to stay here overnight?"
Edward reached out, gently wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her.
He stroked the back of her head.
"Be good."
Daisy knew he was upset, and seeing him in discomfort made her feel bad too.
But she was afraid he would have another stomach spasm alone at the hospital.
"Then rember to take your dicine." She buried her face in his chest, her voice soft and hoarse.
"Okay."
Daisy stood under the street lamp, watching the man in a black trench coat turn and walk toward Lady Stephens among the Stephens’, who promptly surrounded him. Their faces showed no concern for Robert Stephens’s uncertain fate, only eagerness for their own damaged interests.
Like a pack of greedy vultures.
No wonder, when it was discovered Edward Stephens was ill, they imdiately removed him from being an heir and sent him to Banyan City to await death.
No wonder...
Edward preferred to stay in Banyan City with her rather than remain with his family.
Thankfully, the once aloof and distant young man had grown into soone reliable, no longer subject to his elders’ restrictions, no longer living under their scrutinizing stares.
Edward said sothing to Lady Stephens before coming out of the crowd. He took his car keys from his pocket, flipping them in his hand a few tis, "Let’s go."
Daisy quickly took his arm, asking softly beside him, "Is it okay to leave them here?"
Seeing their behavior, she suspected soone might unplug Robert’s oxygen tube tonight.
"Ignore them," the man said flatly, "It’s just dogs biting dogs."
As Daisy gingerly stepped out of the car by Edward Stevens, they spotted a slender figure standing quietly under the tree’s shade on the sidewalk near the car.
Daisy didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but dew had already gathered on her hair. On such a cold night, she wasn’t even wearing a coat, just a thin shirt on her frail body.
She probably received the news and rushed over without ti to put on clothes.
But the hospital was taken over by the police and the Stephens family, and soone from outside, like her, wasn’t allowed to enter.
Seeing Daisy and Edward co out, the woman imdiately chased after them, hoarsely calling their nas, "Daisy, Edward!"
Edward didn’t react, as if he hadn’t heard her voice. He simply opened the car door and got in.
Daisy hesitated, unable to get in before Charlotte Smith’s icy, water-like fingers grasped her.
So cold, cold as if devoid of any living warmth.
Daisy turned her head and looked at the woman, whose lips were as pale as her face, and despite having little affection for her, as a fellow woman, she couldn’t help but feel a little pity.
"I want to see him, Daisy, can’t you let go in to see him?"
As she spoke, her lips trembled, her exquisite face mixed with fear and despair.
Daisy looked at her and said softly, "Charlotte, I don’t have the authority to let you in."
Charlotte seed slightly stunned and instinctively looked at the man already sitting in the car, moving her lips but sowhat retreating.
Daisy, seeing her true pitiable state, turned her head and said to the man in the car, "Edward, she..."
Edward suddenly opened the passenger door, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the car.
He glanced at her, his tone impatient and cold, "I’ll take you ho and co back later. Don’t waste ti here."
Just as Daisy settled in, she was subjected to a quick scolding, causing her to purse her lips slightly. She glanced at the forlorn, pale woman standing outside the car. Even if she didn’t understand her feelings for Robert Stephens, she indeed looked very pitiful now.
As if about to die...
Even though that man had never treated her kindly...
Edward rcilessly started the car, leaving Charlotte Smith behind.
Daisy hugged her legs, resting her chin on her knees, closing her eyes to relax.
The man drove calmly, taking her all the way to the Stephens’ residence.
Late at night, the Stephens’ ancestral ho was still brightly lit.
Daisy lightly stepped out of the car, lowering her head to glance at the man’s handso profile. The man t her gaze, then leaned over and kissed her chin lightly like a dragonfly touching the water, "It’s late, get so rest."
Daisy was reluctant to let him watch over the hospital but understood it was his duty as Robert Stephens’s brother. Seeing that the man was about to start the engine and leave, she hastily called out, "Wait!"
He paused, and Daisy ran into the hall, returning with a brown cashre blanket and a pile of snacks.
Edward thought she had sothing else in mind, but seeing her haul such a load made him chuckle, "Daisy, are we going on a picnic tonight?"
"I don’t care." Daisy piled the stuff in the passenger seat, "You’ll get lazy and won’t want to go out to buy food. Besides, your mom hasn’t eaten much either, share so with her."
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