NovelOnlineChapter 221: Chapter 221: "Edward, do you hate Mom?
Lady Stephens lowered her head, moved her lips, and said softly, "Edward, do you hate your mother?"
Edward Stephens cast her a glance, "Don’t flatter yourself."
Lady Stephens was choked by his words and pursed her lips in grievance.
Bentley drove towards the Stephens family home, and the mother and son sat quietly in the car for a moment.
Lady Stephens had been recovering from an illness these days, her mind empty, not thinking about anything.
But upon learning that Daisy was ill, and having learned the reason for Daisy's illness from Edward, her mind was
filled with worries again.
For Edward, she naturally felt guilty but did not regret it; however, for Daisy, she was now somewhat restless.
That child seemed to have placed her life entirely on Edward, this intensity of feeling was terrifyingly unsettling.
If one day, everything was revealed, would Daisy still have a chance to live?
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Her initial decision now seemed like she had exchanged Daisy's life for Edward's.
Lady Stephens had never done anything wrong in her life, and the only tshe schemed, the only tshe
acted out of selfishness, was for her own son.
But Daisy was innocent.
Edward drove, taking a glance at his mother’s anxious figure in the rearview mirror.
His expression was indifferent, and he even played slively music.
Of course, he knew what Lady Stephens was thinking. His mother’s mind was single-threaded, incapable of
handling dual processes; if she hadn’t married into a wealthy family, she probably wouldn't have lived well to
this day.
She would have long been ensnared in her own trap.
He deliberately let her introspect, saying nothing along the way and drove straight home.
Upon returning home, Edward went directly to the bedroom, rummaging through Daisy's makeup cabinet, he
dug out a bunch of face masks, but didn’t find any "ex-boyfriend mask" or "little black bottles," so he impatiently
took pictures for Daisy, watching as Daisy circled the items she needed in the photos.
Daisy couldn't be discharged from the hospital yet, so Edward packed her underwear and change of clothes,
giving them to the servants, instructing them to pack them into his car to take to her later.
Just as he was about to leave, Lady Stephens called out to him.
"Edward."
She stood at the doorway, her expression somewhat complex.
Edward turned back, looked at his mother’s expression, and understood she had something to say.
He silently retracted his gaze, handed the skincare products he was holding to a servant, and followed his
mother upstairs.
Lady Stephens’ room was warmly decorated, exuding a faint lily fragrance.
When he was young, he would sneak into his mother’s room, rummaging through her things with youthful
mischief, but once he grew a bit more mature and started doing business with Robert Stephens, he no longer
entered Lady Stephens’ room.
Now entering again, smelling the familiar lily scent, memories of long ago flooded back.
Lady Stephens sat at her dressing table, took out a small mahogany dressing box from the drawer. The box was
very exquisite, gilded and colored, suggesting the items inside were of great value to her.
"Edward," Lady Stephens held onto the dressing table, sobbing softly, "I beg you, no matter what happens in the
future, don’t abandon Daisy. She is the most innocent, it waswho was wrong, if | hadn't been so selfish,
Daisy wouldn't have ended up like this."
She truly hadn't expected that on this journey, it was she herself who pushed Daisy to a dead end.
She was hanging there, only needing Edward to loosen his grip slightly, and she would shatter to pieces.
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