StartNovelChapter 131: Chapter 131: Mr. Stephens, what a coincidence
"Miss Ginger, the car is ready."
After breakfast, the servant softly informed her.
Daisy Ginger nodded, put on a pair of sunglasses, and got up to go outside.
She drove her BMW to the First People’s Hospital of the city.
Emily Ginger had been transferred from the ICU to the psychiatric department, where the patients all had mental
issues.
These past few days, Daisy had been constantly pondering—on that rainy night, what exactly did Emily want to
say to Edward Stephens?
She had a perfect family, a loving mother, a fiancé, and two unborn twins. What was she afraid of? Afraid enough
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto cto her to find Edward Stephens, afraid enough to commit suicide, afraid enough to lose her mind?
Yet, unfortunately, that was the last tshe clearly asked her for help.
Her secret, accompanied by her mental breakdown, would never have the chance to be spoken.
Daisy parked the car at the hospital entrance, lit a cigarette while sitting inside, and looked complexly at the
psychiatric ward not far away.
Honestly, she had sregrets.
If she hadn't been so firm in turning Emily down that day, perhaps things wouldn't have reached this irreversible
point.
However, if she were to say it for real, going back to that day, without knowing, she would refuse her again.
Daisy's gaze deepened slightly, and she slowly exhaled a breath of smoke, extinguished the cigarette butt in the
ashtray, and opened the car door to get out.
The ward was on the top floor. Daisy pressed the elevator button and went straight up to Emily’s ward.
The door to the ward was tightly closed. Daisy looked at the white door in front of her, hesitated for a moment,
and gently pushed it open.
Seeing the man standing at the door, Daisy was slightly taken aback for a moment.
The man seemed about to go out, his arm just lifted in a gesture of opening the door; upon seeing her, perhaps
due to surprise, his entire movement paused for a second.
Four eyes met, Daisy looked at his face, not knowing why, clearly only less than a week had passed, yet there
was a feeling of having lived through eons.
She raised her hand, tucking the fine strands of long hair by her cheek behind her ear, straightened up in front of
Edward, and showed him a calm and gentle smile: "Mr. Stephens." She cordially called him, "What a coincidence.
Are you here to see Emily too?"
Edward looked at her, his brows gently furrowing.
"Director Ginger." lan Linton’s voice cfrom behind, Daisy turned her head and saw lan hurriedly approaching
with a thermos.
This young man, at this moment, was somewhat flustered by the sudden blow from his fiancée, his usually well-
groomed short hair seemed to have gone several days without proper care, standing up messily; the white shirt
on him was crumpled, losing the usual neatness.
Seeing her, he seemed a bit pleased, walked over, and explained to her: "Mr. Stephens has been helpingtake
care of Emily these days. You know, now when Emily seesand my aunt..." He paused, showing an awkward
expression, and didn’t continue.
Does she stop being crazy when she sees Edward?
Daisy found it a bit amusing, yet also a feeling of "as expected’—when she saw Edward coming out of Emily's
ward, she realized that to Emily, Edward was different.
Even in madness, it was so.
For the two of them to be so in tune, it was no wonder that lan Linton, as Emily's fiancé, looked so awkward and
helpless.
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