Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 364: Chapter 393 Was I Wrong?

Charlotte Smith followed behind him, her head slightly bowed, momentarily at a loss for words.

In the deep of night, the hospital lights were bright as day, and towards the emergency room, doctors and nurses rushed about hurriedly.

Everyone knew that lying in the operating room at this moment was the wife of the Stephens family’s president.

Edward Stephens stopped not far from the operating room door. He looked up at the lit red lamp above the door, his young and handsome face appearing somewhat cold under the lights.

The atmosphere in the air was particularly tense and tight; Charlotte Smith felt this night was so chilly it was somewhat panic-inducing.

Edward Stephens launched a massive search for Daisy Ginger, and from that to Daisy’s jump, it had only been a few short hours.

She couldn’t understand how things could have deteriorated to this point.

Didn’t want this child; did she also not want her own life?

The main thing was... she really seemed...

someone who would

Incomprehensible.

looked towards the direction of the operating room and suddenly asked, "Charlotte, do you think I

turning her head to look at the young and

Right now, this delicate face, with brows

Smith looked at him, not knowing why,

to a

first time she met Edward

was only fifteen, brought into the Stephens family for the first time, selected by Robert Stephens from over a hundred men and women as the lucky one, who from now on

family’s prosperity, as the Smith family’s heir, her only

Robert Stephens, and from that day forth stay by his side, who knew how many families, born attached to the Stephens, would be jealous and

Edward Stephens, who at twelve

completed all high school courses by six, from then on raised by Robert Stephens, taught

Stephens treated this half-sibling brother like he was his own

Edward Stephens was more intelligent and talented, he could only serve as

born for the Smith family, Edward Stephens could only exist as Robert Stephens’s shadow his

that young master stood beside Robert Stephens, his eyes remarkably clear, with no trace of