Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: What do you think of Daisy now?

Edward Stephens came back not only carrying a pile of candy but also brought Lady Stephens along.

Lady Stephens had fallen seriously ill due to Edward’s hospitalization from severe injuries, and she had only just recovered these days. Although she wore some makeup, her sallow complexion could hardly be concealed, making her look quite haggard.

Edward placed the pile of candy on Daisy Ginger’s bedside table and said to the two women in the room, "You guys chat."

Then he opened the door and went out.

Lady Stephens glanced at Daisy Ginger’s scarred wrists, her eyes reddened again. She walked over, sat by the bed, touched Daisy Ginger’s hair, and softly called her name, "Daisy..."

She had learned about Daisy Ginger’s illness from Edward and felt heartache. She hadn’t slept well all night, feeling both distressed and a bit uneasy, and hurried here early this morning.

"You’ve truly suffered too much alone." Lady Stephens wiped the corners of her eyes, choking on her words, "Auntie is sorry to you."

Daisy Ginger smiled slightly, "It’s me who is too useless. What’s it got to do with you, Auntie? I’ve been dealing with this illness for seven or eight years, and if it weren’t for Ian Linton... it wouldn’t have relapsed."

her head, moved her lips, "Ian Linton deserves

remark to come from the naturally gentle and

mental diagnosis hadn’t come out yet, but Daisy Ginger wasn’t too concerned about him anymore.

would be best if he went to jail; even if he couldn’t, he

madness, and now,

misery cannot

sat down to chat with her for more than half an hour. Seeing Lady Stephens looking unwell and haggard, Daisy Ginger did not want her to stay in the hospital for too long and called Edward Stephens to come in and take

hearing Daisy Ginger call him, he opened the door

me take you home." He supported Lady Stephens’s arm, helped her up, then glanced at Daisy Ginger, who was leaning against the bedhead and seemed to

her face, "My face is really dry. Could you bring

"......" What mask?

"I’ll be back soon. If you’re uncomfortable anywhere, remember to call the

piece of candy; it was lemon-flavored, making her face scrunch up sourly. She waved her