Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 248: Chapter 248 Manipulating People’s Hearts

Robert Stephens’s gaze shifted slightly, and he spoke softly, "Charlotte, break his other leg. | see no other way—

this loudmouthed monkey will only quiet down this way."

The short-haired woman standing behind him lowered her head. Hearing the command, she pursed her lips

slightly. She glanced at the pitiful-looking Ryan Smith and couldn’t help pleading for him, "...Young Master Ryan's

other leg hasn't been treated yet. If it gets injured again..."

Robert Stephens’s gentle smile instantly turned cold. Expressionless, he grabbed the gun beside him and fired

two shots at Ryan Smith, directly piercing through his other unharmed leg.

Madman!!

Charlotte Smith's face turned pale in an instant. She lowered her head, clenched her hands tightly, and bit her

lip hard, not daring to say another word.

*

Daisy Ginger received a call from Abigail Perry’s attending doctor, informing her that Abigail had woken up and

asking if she wanted to cand see her.

Daisy declined, saying she would cin a few days, then got up to go to the ward to see Alice Lesser.

It had been more than half a month since Alice had beca vegetative state. She had been transferred from

the intensive care unit to a regular ward, and she had regained spontaneous breathing, no longer needing an

oxygen tube.

Daisy wasn’t sure if this could be considered an improvement.

It was just a transfer from a psychiatric hospital to a regular ward.

Perhaps her soul had already disappeared completely eight years ago when she divorced Gabriel Ginger.

What remained over these years was just an empty shell.

But even so, the fact that Alice could still breathe, her chest could still rise and fall, and Daisy could still cto

see her was more reassuring than never seeing her again, losing her entirely.

Maybe, for Alice, living like this was worse than dying entirely, but as she had no awareness now, Daisy had to

make decisions for her.

Perhaps Daisy was a very selfish person too.

To find peace of mind for herself, she had done things that made Alice unhappy.

Daisy entered the ward and looked at Alice lying in bed for a while. Her peaceful sleeping appearance was not

much different from her dazed state at Greenhill Hospital.

Daisy sat by the bedside and sighed softly.

"... No matter what, I'll take care of your company for you." Looking out the window, she said softly, "It's okay if

you sleep forever; after all, I've already gotten used to it."

"I'm doing well with Edward now, and maybe in the future, there'll be kids. If you can hear this, | want to tell you

there's no need to worry about me."

"You just do what you want. I've grown up. | shouldn't continue to act spoiled with you. Adults should be

responsible for every choice they make."

"Since you've chosen Dad, | support you." She lowered her head and gently kissed Alice’s cold forehead. "I used

to blyou for leaving me, but now, thinking about it, you had no choice."

"You simply loved Dad more than me." Daisy lifted her head. "Now | love him more than you. So, | don’t blame

you anymore."

The situation with Abigail Perry made Daisy vividly realize that not every mother in the world loves their child

more than themselves.

Alice’s choice was not wrong. She was just another woman who had been let down. If even Daisy blamed her for

not being strong enough, Daisy would be no different from Gabriel Ginger, who abandoned her.

Daisy sighed, opened the window, and aired the room until Edward Stephens called, asking where she was. She

then closed the window and hurried back to the ward.

As soon as Daisy returned to the ward, Edward Stephens said to her, "The person who contacted Jodie Holt by

phone has been found."

Daisy was slightly taken aback, looking up at him.

She didn’t ask any questions. Perhaps, when Abigail Perry chose to jump off the building, the person

investigating the case already knew who it was.

Edward Stephens sighed, raised his hand, and ruffled Daisy’s hair. "After all, she’s your stepmother; you still

have to go to the police station to give a statement."

Upon hearing him say this, Daisy smiled bitterly. She lowered her head and couldn't help but say, "Edward, to be

honest... | don’t quite understand..."

In the war between Abigail Perry and Alice Lesser, it was clearly Abigail who had won resoundingly. Why would

she go to such lengths against Alice? What benefit would it bring her?

"What if her jealousy is directed at you?"

Edward Stephens’s deep gaze fixed on her, "To her, though she drove Alice away, the Ginger Residence still had

you. Her daughter went mad, so she has always been a failure in front of Alice, hasn't she?"

"She's a person with a very strong vanity. Every choice she makes is to live better for herself. In the future, she

might resent you, but right now, that resentment has been triggered entirely by Emily Ginger's illness. She

hopes you will be in pain just like her." Saying this, Edward Stephens’s gaze grew colder, even his tone lost all

emotion. Deep in his eyes ran dark currents as he coldly stated, "Only when she sees you in sorrow because of

her can she feel a twisted pleasure from your pain."

The human heart is indeed such a complex thing.

Just like lan Linton’s twisted love for Daisy Ginger.

And Abigail Perry’s twisted jealousy towards Daisy.

If one could master the human heart, quite a lot of things in this world might be fully controllable in one’s grasp.

Without deploying a single soldier, one could take someone's life a thousand miles away; it wouldn't be difficult

at all.

As Edward Stephens mused, he inadvertently thought of that man.

He had met many intelligent people, but he had never encountered someone who could discern the human heart

at a glance, who could manipulate people from subtle points, playing with and utterly breaking them. It was as if

he was born knowing far better than mere mortals how to play with and ruin people, like in a game.

He detested his tactics. However, having followed him since childhood, influenced by what he saw and heard, it

was inevitable that he was still affected.

A trace of distaste appeared on Edward Stephens’s aloof face. Noticing it, Daisy asked, "What's wrong?"

"Just thought of a deranged person." The man furrowed his brow, took her hand, and led her out, "Let's go to the

police station to record a statement first."

Daisy glanced at the man’s cold expression, then took off her scarf and wrapped part of it around Edward

Stephens’s neck, the other part around her own.

Having done all this, she hugged the man’s arm with satisfaction and lifted her chin, "Let's go!"

Edward Stephens detected the faint fragrance of roses from Daisy’s body on the scarf. He lowered his eyes and

glanced at Daisy silently smiling, then led her out.

Perhaps he once regretted it, but now it seemed that coming from the United States to Banyan City was one of

the wisest decisions he ever made.