Daisy thought that she wasn't good in many ways, but she had one redeeming quality—patience.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have waited eight years just because of a single remark from Edward Stephens.
After an unpleasant encounter with Edward at the Royal Mansion, Daisy didn't go to the Stephens family to look for him. Regardless, his fate rests in her hands, and he will come to her sooner or later.
A month later, she had just left the office when she received a call from the Stephens family butler.
"Miss Ginger, please come quickly, the young master is in trouble!"
The urgent male voice over the phone was unexpected, and Daisy's expression darkened slightly. The driver in front saw her expression from the rearview mirror and nervously asked, "Director Ginger, where are we heading now?"
"To the Stephens family." Daisy hung up the phone, pondering the butler's worried tone, thinking that Edward's current state might be dire.
...
As soon as Daisy arrived at the Stephens family, she heard the sound of arguments coming from the hall.
Lady Stephens's voice was quite sharp and could be heard clearly.
"Edward, are you trying to upset your mother? These years, because of your illness, I've been on edge, unable to eat or sleep well for years! Now when there's finally a chance for you to recover, you don't even cherish it at all!"
In Daisy's impression, Lady Stephens always spoke gently, like those women born into affluent families, with a tone filled with the privilege of being carefree.
Today, with such urgency and breakdown in her voice, in all her years of knowing Lady Stephens, Daisy had never heard her speak like this.
No wonder the usually calm Stephens family butler was startled enough to call her in haste.
Edward's voice hadn't been heard; perhaps it was too low, or maybe he was too reluctant to speak. Daisy stepped quietly into the hall, where she saw a lively circle of people gathered around. A family doctor in a white coat was half-kneeling in front of the sofa, looking tense, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
The air was faintly filled with the scent of blood, even quite overwhelming.
Edward leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, his handsome face carrying a layer of pallor due to excessive blood loss.
Daisy's gaze lingered on the man's bloodless lips for a second, then she retracted it and called softly towards the hall, "Auntie."
Lady Stephens was turning her head, quietly sobbing. Hearing Daisy's voice, she turned around surprisingly, quickly wiped her tears, and came over, "Daisy, why did you come over?"
"I haven't visited Auntie for a month, so I came by." Daisy smiled, glanced at Edward, and said, "What's wrong with Edward?"
Lady Stephens's eyes were red. She maintained herself well and lived without worries, so even near fifty, she carried a hint of youthful innocence. Hearing Daisy's inquiry, her nose twitched, almost crying again.
"A fruit knife accidentally cut his hand, and the bleeding won't stop," Lady Stephens wiped her tears and said to Daisy, "The doctor can't do anything, saying we can only stop the bleeding for now, and if it doesn't stop, we'll go to the hospital."
Daisy softly uttered an "oh," nodded to indicate she understood.
Edward's illness was something she only heard about from Lady Stephens after he returned.
It's a hereditary illness in the Stephens family, passed down only to the men, not the women.