Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: A Dream of Yellow Millet

At this moment, Daisy Ginger felt a sense of desolation, akin to Ian Linton, "fellow sufferers driven apart in the vast world."

Edward Stephens doesn’t love her, just as Emily Ginger doesn’t love him.

——A bit humiliating, and a bit helpless.

Daisy Ginger lifted her head and smiled faintly at Ian Linton, "I’m on leave today, came to check on Emily. How is she now?"

"Mr. Stephens has been taking care of her these days..." At this point, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Ian Linton’s refined and handsome face. Even though his character is gentle and non-aggressive, it’s hard to speak of these things when his fiancée won’t let him approach, but allows another man to care for her, "Her mental state has stabilized a lot. Nurses and doctors can also go in for a short while, but she still needs sedative injections."

"But you’re still not allowed inside?"

"...Yes." Ian Linton sounded a bit at a loss, "She doesn’t allow me and my mother to get close, I can only bring food from home and let Mr. Stephens take it in."

"Have they found out the reason?"

looked at her and shook his head helplessly, "I don’t know... that night she suddenly ran out, I was still at the office, if I’d returned home earlier that day." He took a deep breath at this point, and a regretful expression appeared on his face, his tone somewhat pained, "Doctors also couldn’t find any conditions, just said that pregnancy hormones might have caused neurodegeneration,

up at her

gaze and breakdown expression, again feeling it didn’t seem like

words at the

it out, so she simply stopped trying—the doctors haven’t figured it out, how could she, an outsider, make

the thermos bottle, saying softly, "Mr. Stephens, I’m

him and didn’t say anything more, just reached

Linton, on the other hand, already felt so awkward that he had nothing to say, and after handing off the

Stephens turned and entered

scent lingering in the hallway and walked over, sympathetically saying, "Ian, maybe you should go back

sleep, his eyes bloodshot, the calm he maintained before Edward Stephens seeming to crack slightly now, he shook his head at Daisy Ginger and sighed lightly, "Director Ginger,

her hand and

Linton took a drag on his cigarette, his tone somewhat bitter and resigned, "Perhaps, everything