Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: He Was Always Meant to Be Hers!

Daisy looked at her face, Lady Stephens had obviously touched up her makeup when she came down, but the eyes don’t lie, they were as red as a rabbit’s.

Daisy shifted her gaze away and smiled as she pulled out the bouquet of sunflowers from the passenger seat, "Edward used to love them the most. I happened to pass by today and bought a bunch for him. Since he’s asleep now, I’ll go up later. Auntie, do you want to go home? I’ll give you a lift."

Lady Stephens’ gaze lingered on the bouquet of sunflowers that were blooming vibrantly. She paused for a moment, as if recalling something, and her eyes reddened even more.

She quickly turned aside, gently rubbed her eyes, suppressing her tears before turning back to Daisy and softly saying, "You are thoughtful, Daisy. I’m heading home now, thank you for the trouble."

Daisy smiled and opened the car door, letting Lady Stephens get in.

Familiar with the route, Daisy drove while making small talk with Lady Stephens.

But Lady Stephens was preoccupied, lost in thought, not knowing where her mind wandered. Daisy spoke, but seeing no response, she fell into silence.

Daisy’s car stopped at the entrance of the Stephens family

dinner to Edward. Seeing Lady Stephens get out of Daisy’s car, he was startled and quickly walked over, calling

waved at the butler, "You’re delivering food to Edward? I’m heading to the hospital

and handed her the lunch box. Lady Stephens had composed herself by then, but she still seemed unwell. She turned and

trouble." Daisy smiled, placing the lunch box on the passenger seat, just about to turn around when she heard Lady Stephens softly call out to her from where she stood, "Daisy

awash with a glimmer of tears, fragile sorrow threaded through her gentle features. Though she said nothing more, Daisy already understood

helpless woman, yet a gentle and kind mother. Long

by her side and learned her gentleness, but

am I supposed to

became even more tremulous and sorrowful.

what

what it once was, all she could hold onto were the people who once belonged to

memories they had, and now, was she supposed to let him go