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Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 220
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Chapter 220: Chapter 220: What do you think of Daisy now?

Edward Stephens cback not only carrying a pile of candy but also brought Lady Stephens along.

Lady Stephens had fallen seriously ill due to Edward's hospitalization from severe injuries, and she had only just

recovered these days. Although she wore smakeup, her sallow complexion could hardly be concealed,

making her look quite haggard.

Edward placed the pile of candy on Daisy Ginger’s bedside table and said to the two women in the room, "You

guys chat."

Then he opened the door and went out.

Lady Stephens glanced at Daisy Ginger’s scarred wrists, her eyes reddened again. She walked over, sat by the

bed, touched Daisy Ginger’s hair, and softly called her name, "Daisy..."

She had learned about Daisy Ginger’s illness from Edward and felt heartache. She hadn't slept well all night,

feeling both distressed and a bit uneasy, and hurried here early this morning.

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"You've truly suffered too much alone." Lady Stephens wiped the corners of her eyes, choking on her words,

"Auntie is sorry to you."

Daisy Ginger smiled slightly, "It'swho is too useless. What's it got to do with you, Auntie? I've been dealing

with this illness for seven or eight years, and if it weren't for lan Linton... it wouldnt have relapsed."

Lady Stephens lowered her head, moved her lips, "lan Linton deserves to die."

For such a remark to cfrom the naturally gentle and kind Lady Stephens, lan Linton had truly enraged

someone.

lan Linton’s mental diagnosis hadn't cout yet, but Daisy Ginger wasn’t too concerned about him anymore.

Regardless of the result, he and she were no longer from the sworld.

It would be best if he went to jail; even if he couldn't, he would have to be locked up in a mental hospital and

receive electroshock treatment.

He shocked Emily Ginger into madness, and now, he might also get shocked.

Indeed, self-inflicted misery cannot be lived.

Lady Stephens sat down to chat with her for more than half an hour. Seeing Lady Stephens looking unwell and

haggard, Daisy Ginger did not want her to stay in the hospital for too long and called Edward Stephens to come

in and take her home.

Edward Stephens was leaning by the door, and upon hearing Daisy Ginger call him, he opened the door and

walked in.

"Mom, lettake you home." He supported Lady Stephens’s arm, helped her up, then glanced at Daisy Ginger,

who was leaning against the bedhead and seemed to be in decent spirits, "Do you want anything? I'll bring a bit

over for you."

Daisy Ginger touched her face, "My face is really dry. Could you bringmy ex-boyfriend mask and the little

black bottle?"

"......" What mask?

Edward Stephens gave her a sideways glance, "I'll be back soon. If you're uncomfortable anywhere, remember to

call the doctor."

Daisy Ginger unwrapped a piece of candy; it was lemon-flavored, making her face scrunch up sourly. She waved

her hand dismissively, "Yeah, got it, got it."

Seeing her dismissive expression, he pinched her cheek, "Tell the doctor where it hurts, don’t endure it on your

own and end up making more trouble than it’s worth."

"..." Daisy Ginger puffed up her cheeks, "It really hurts now."

Edward Stephens gave her a sidelong glance, "Serves you right."

After saying that, he let go and rubbed Daisy Ginger’s reddened cheek where he had pinched, "I'm off."

Lady Stephens watched from the side, her expression mixed.

Edward Stephens held her hand, his demeanor calm and his pace leisurely, leading her downstairs.

Lady Stephens sat in the passenger seat, looked at her son’s profile, and couldn't help but say, "Edward... what

do you think about Daisy now?"

Edward Stephens looked ahead, started the engine, and upon hearing his mother’s question, he replied with

another question, "What else could | think?"