"I'm fine."
But her own holiday has already ended early.
*
"Daisy?"
Lady Stephens was standing in front of the transplant ward, and seemed a bit surprised to see Daisy Ginger appearing in casual clothes.
"Why are you up? Go back to bed and rest. You just had a biopsy done!"
Daisy smiled at her, "I have something to do. How is Edward?"
"The surgery is over." Lady Stephens spoke about her son with red eyes, holding Daisy's hand, unable to refrain from saying, "Daisy, I really don't know how to thank you..."
Daisy smiled gently and didn't speak, turning her head to look at Edward Stephens who was still asleep in the transplant ward.
She didn't need anything, because she had already received her thanks a long time ago.
Daisy stood still, her bright eyes quietly gazing at the man on the bed, her gaze calm and deep.
He was wearing an oxygen mask, breathing steadily, with a stable heartbeat, suggesting that everything was slowly getting better.
This time, she saved him.
