NovelOnlineChapter 200: Chapter 200 Not So Good
Daisy Ginger looked up at him, her gaze clear as water, showing no trace of clouds.
Ethan Pond was defeated under her calm gaze.
The man let out a slight breath, his dark eyes fixed on her much thinner profile and dull, dry hair. He felt a twinge
of pain, but more than that, a sense of helplessness.
If not for Daisy, he and Zoe Hilker might have been long dead, or even if they had survived, they would not have
lived as decently as they do today.
Her appearance changed the course of his and Zoe's lives.
To them, she was their savior.
He wanted to share her pain, even if just a little.
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But right now, he wasn’t even sure what was wrong with her.
She seemed so intact now that he dared not pressure her further. Ethan told himself to wait until she was a bit
better.
His hand fell on her hair, "Take good care of yourself."
Daisy smiled lightly as if it was nothing, "It's just a fracture, not a big deal."
Ethan sat down and chatted with her for a while, sticking to light topics. Daisy ate and joked with him, and time
passed quickly.
When Daisy finished eating, she called someone in to tidy up. More than an hour had passed.
Ethan got up to say goodbye to Daisy. He watched her sleep before slowly leaving the ward.
He closed the door and stood at the entrance, glancing down at his WeChat.
Zoe Hilker messaged him, "Is Daisy awake?"
"She's asleep now," Ethan replied, "You cto the hospital to accompany her tomorrow, and I'll take care of
the bar."
Zoe asked again, "Is Daisy feeling better now?"
Leaning against the wall, the thin fabric of his clothes penetrated by the cold, Ethan pondered for a while before
replying:
"Not really."
*
The sky had grown dark, but the footsteps of nurses and doctors remained busy in the ICU corridor.
Ethan registered his ID at the entrance and explained his purpose before going in.
Once inside, it becquiet, isolating him from the bustling outside, adding a certain heaviness to the silence.
Guided by memory, Ethan approached Edward Stephens’ ICU room. From a distance, he saw a frail figure curled
up on a bench.
Recognizing her attire, Ethan identified the woman as Edward's mother. The thought of this delicate woman
keeping vigil outside the ward for three days and three nights softened his steps.
The corridor was too quiet, yet his footsteps woke Lady Stephens, who was resting her legs on the bench. As she
looked up, her vacant gaze met the tattooed, lip-pierced young man, and she instantly becalert, "You are..."
She seemed to think for a moment before nodding gently to Ethan, "A friend of Daisy."
"Auntie," Ethan replied politely, approaching with a warm voice, "Is Edward doing any better?"
These days, being here seemed to have drained Lady Stephens’ last tear. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot,
but hearing Edward’s nno longer brought tears.
It was only the heavy exhaustion, like the last straw on a camel's back, that made her tone feeble.
She tucked away the messy long hair by her ear and nodded, "Today, the doctors said his condition has
stabilized... There's no fatal injury, just excessive blood loss, and he wasn’t brought in time..."
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