Daisy Ginger helped him button up, looked up at his face, and couldn’t help but smile, "What’s with your expression?"
"Nothing."
"Are you worried I have a problem with you?"
"No."
Daisy stood on her tiptoes, pinched the man’s fair cheek, just like pinching Erin Ginger’s, "Saying one thing and aning another, stubborn as a mule."
He probably didn’t realize that when he lied and stared at people like that, he looked exactly like Erin Ginger.
The man caught her hand, rubbed it in his palm a few tis, sighed softly, and called her na, "Little Ginger."
"Hmm?"
"You’re not mad at ?"
Daisy smiled, gazing into his eyes, "Why should I be mad? I really wanted to go with you to the hospital today. If you don’t want to go, then I won’t go, no problem."
"..." Edward Stephens didn’t speak, he just reached out, gently pulled her into his arms, and kissed her on the top of her head, "Once I solve this issue, I’ll give you an answer, don’t worry."
Daisy responded, "I trust you."
Since she believed in his love, she trusted he wouldn’t betray her trust again.
*
Although Robert Stephens had woken up, he was still in the ICU.
He was very frail now, with all his organs failing, relying entirely on machines to sustain his life. Daisy stood outside the glass wall, watching Edward Stephens in full protective gear approaching the frail man.
Robert Stephens’s hair was completely white now.
The aging organs had also taken away the lanin in his hair.
The elegant, gentle man in the wheelchair was now leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a breathing mask, each breath seemingly using all his strength, his entire being exuding a dying aura.
Even though this man was awake, he wouldn’t live much longer.
Death hadn’t spared him; it had rely delayed it by a few days.
The two brothers looked at each other, their eyes restrained and unfamiliar.
Despite the eight-year age difference, the brothers had grown into two completely opposite adults. Edward Stephens grew up by Robert’s side, so outstanding and pure, and Daisy felt proud.
After watching for a while, Daisy sat down on a bench ant for visitors to rest, focusing on waiting for Edward Stephens to co out of the ICU room.
After playing a dozen or so levels of the matching ga on her phone, Edward finally ca out of the room.
He first removed the protective suit before coming over, taking Daisy’s hand with his cool one, "Let’s go."
Daisy looked up at his face, his expression calm, revealing nothing. Feeling curious, Daisy softly asked, "What did you talk about?"
Edward looked down at her, raised an eyebrow, "Want to know?"
Daisy nodded, "Your brother, probably can’t be cured."
"Therefore, I told him to hurry up and write his will."
Edward’s seamless continuation of the topic left Daisy slightly stunned, and she looked up at him, "Huh?"
Edward repeated, "I told him he should quickly draft a will while he’s still alive."
Daisy: "......"
She glared at him speechlessly, even if... that guy was a big jerk, for a younger brother to say such things was too much!
Edward didn’t feel there was anything wrong with what he said.
Both he and Robert knew that no matter how advanced modern dicine was, it couldn’t save his terminally ill body.
Regarding life and death, one must be pragmatic.
"And your brother didn’t say anything?"
"He said he already drafted his will."
"..." These two brothers certainly had similar ways of thinking.
"But, he had one last wish."
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