Watching the two of them in high spirits, Edward Stephens lit a cigarette, took a drag, and glanced at the woman on the hospital bed through the faint mist.
Then, he turned around calmly and left.
"Edward," Ian Linton called out to him, chasing after him from behind. He looked at him, seeming a bit embarrassed, "Let walk you downstairs. I really made a fool of myself today, I’m sorry, I’m sorry."
Edward slightly lifted his chin and said indifferently, "I still have so matters to attend to. You can go back, this is far enough."
At his words, Ian stopped, giving him an apologetic smile, "I really troubled you tonight."
Edward waved his hand and turned to leave.
He stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can, then got into the car parked at the hospital entrance.
On the passenger seat, the pink delicate gift box glimred slightly under the dim car light. He sat in the driver’s seat, glanced down at the ti, and his brows furrowed gently for an instant.
10:10 PM.
He took out his phone and glanced at the text ssages.
There was no reply from Daisy Ginger.
Did she see the text he sent?
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Ian Linton went to handle the admission procedures, while Abigail Perry asked the nurse to leave, glanced outside, and then carefully closed the door.
She walked over, looking at her daughter sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, reached out, and tenderly stroked her soft cheek with a pained expression.
Then, she gently moved aside the long hair draped over Emily Ginger’s shoulders.
Five dark bruise marks imdiately presented themselves glaringly to Abigail Perry’s eyes.
Abigail’s fingers began to tremble slightly, she pressed her lips tightly together, her fingers cautiously touched the frightening finger marks on the back of Emily Ginger’s neck, her breath quickened.
Since it was she herself who changed Emily Ginger’s hospital gown, the choke marks on the back of her neck weren’t visible from the front.
Abigail looked at those bruises with a complex expression until sudden footsteps sounded from outside the door.
Startled, she hurriedly let Emily Ginger’s hair fall back down, just as Ian Linton’s gentle voice ca from behind, "Auntie, is Emily awake?"
Abigail collected her expression, turning to look at this refined and handso young man. He seed to have tidied himself up a bit, looking less disheveled, and the bloodstains on his face had faded considerably, restoring his usual genteel and refined deanor.
"Not yet." Abigail withdrew her gaze, feeling unaccountably tense, swallowed hard, hesitantly asked Ian Linton, "Ian, you and Emily... why did you argue?"
Ian walked over, stood by the bed, looked down at Emily Ginger, a wry, faint smile appeared on his handso face, and he said softly, "She’s been like this lately, always startled... Today is her birthday, I gave her a necklace, and she seed not to like it much." He smiled wryly at Abigail, "Using this as a reason, she started arguing with ."
Abigail seed to find it unbelievable, shaking her head, she couldn’t help but say, "Emily... Emily is not a person who acts willfully like this!"
Ian replied calmly, "Maybe it’s because she’s pregnant, her mood’s not good."
"Ye-yes..." Abigail responded, standing beside Ian and looking at the deeply sleeping Emily on the bed. For so reason, perhaps it was the air conditioning in the room being too low, she couldn’t help but feel a little cold.
She said to Ian, "Ian, I’ll take care of Emily here, you should go ho first. When she wakes up, I’ll talk to her properly."
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