Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 136: Chapter 135: You Really Don’t Feel Guilty At All

Edward Stephens saw her say this and didn’t explain further—he didn’t need to explain anything to her when he did things.

He withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her.

Daisy Ginger walked straight ahead, opened the door, and had just stepped out when Abigail Perry’s voice suddenly came from across: "What are you doing here?!"

Daisy looked up and saw Abigail standing opposite, looking at her with shock and disbelief.

Standing in front of her was a young nurse, perhaps just discussing Emily Ginger’s condition with the nurse, and when she came out, both the nurse and Abigail seemed a bit surprised.

Daisy hadn’t had a chance to explain before Abigail rushed over madly, grabbed her arm, and shrieked, "Haven’t you harmed my daughter enough? What are you doing here now? Do you want Emily to die to be satisfied! Daisy, you vicious woman, get out of my daughter’s room!"

Hearing her hoarse insults, Daisy’s brow furrowed, and her arm hurt from Abigail’s grip. She leaned against the door frame to steady herself, looking coldly at Abigail, "Let go!"

These days, Abigail seemed truly out of her mind. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup unattended, and she appeared to have aged nearly a decade. She had forgotten all the etiquette lessons she had been taught over the years, behaving like a mad woman in public.

"You mustn’t come here! Do you hear me? Never get close to Emily again! If it weren’t for you breaking her and Edward up, she wouldn’t be like this; it’s all your fault, you slut, Daisy, you slut!"

A hint of fury appeared between Daisy’s brows as she was about to reprimand the woman with no filter when, from the hospital room, Emily Ginger suddenly began screaming loudly.

"Ah——!!"

"Ah ah ah ah——"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah——!"

piercing screams made both her and Abigail’s movements pause. Emily, who had been quietly eating on the bed, was suddenly triggered by something and began to go hysterical. Her sweeping gestures knocked the food off the table, and she stepped barefoot over the broken porcelain on

he looked towards the door, speaking in a deep

still struggled madly in his grip,

was a bit stunned, watching the contorted and twisted expression on Emily’s face due to her mental illness. A chill surged in her

had any real sense of it then. But now, seeing her convulse

outside, pinning Emily

expressions gradually turning vacant

Abigail, "Mrs. Perry, didn’t we tell you not to approach this room lightly? The patient’s mental state is very unstable. Your

bewildered. She looked at Emily, who had fallen asleep on the bed, and her legs gave way as she collapsed to sit on the floor, covering her face, "What will happen to my

doctor seemed to have seen such devastated family members before, and he calmly raised his head, saying to Edward, who walked over, "Mr. Stephens, you should also treat the wound on your hand, be careful it doesn’t

replied indifferently,

of the man’s hand—the result of Emily’s struggle just moments ago, deep enough to

leaving behind the sound of Abigail’s sobbing echoing down

it come to this... What should I do now, my

"Let’s go out."

Edward’s calm face, her lips

Daisy stopped walking. She

a cigarette from his pocket,

"Will she be like

good terms with Emily, but seeing an acquaintance of eight years turn out like this still left her

Edward said flatly, "Her condition is not good, with severe paranoia and tendencies towards self-harm and suicide, requiring constant sedative injections. I’ve stayed here these days, and she’s been somewhat calmer, not