"At this point, it's no longer important." Edward Stephens released her hand and draped a blanket over her shoulders, "Get some rest early. When Daisy Ginger comes back, you'll still need to go out with her to unwind. Don't let yourself fall ill before then."
"Edward," Lady Stephens remained silent for a moment before she couldn't help but speak, "Actually..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her, "I'm not interested."
Lady Stephens was slightly taken aback, looking at her son with reddened eyes, yet seeing his usual expression, unable to discern what he was thinking now.
Did he know?
When did he find out?
Why hasn't he asked her about it?
Does he hate her?
Does he blame her?
...
A multitude of thoughts surfaced in her mind in an instant, but they receded under Edward Stephens' calm demeanor. She didn't know how to start, and at this point, besides anxiety, there was a layer of guilt in her heart.
