CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54 WHAT, ONE PERSON SHORT?

"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.

She was no longer the person who could only hold his bloody body, feeling his temperature cooling bit by bit, his heartbeat stopping, as she broke down and cried despairingly.

Everything will slowly get better.

As long as she becomes stronger, no one in this world will ever be able to hurt the people she cares about.

Daisy took a deep breath, straightened her back, forcing herself to look away from Edward’s face.

"Auntie, there’s an issue at my company that I need to check on," Daisy said to Lady Stephens with a smile, "I don’t have time to watch Edward wake up with you, I’m sorry."

"Daisy," Lady Stephens looked at her pale lips, feeling a bit sorry, instinctively reaching to hold her hand, "You just had a biopsy..."

Daisy shook her head, "I’m fine." She withdrew her hand from Lady Stephens’ palm, nodded slightly at her, and turned away in high heels.

Lady Stephens stood there, staring blankly at Daisy’s departing figure, her brow gently furrowed, slowly glancing at the groggy Edward on the bed, not knowing what she was thinking, just with a slightly complex expression.

*

Edward Stephens woke up four hours after the surgery was over.

He still needed to stay in the transplant ward until the bone marrow transplanted from Daisy into his body produced enough white cells, then he could be transferred to a regular ward.

Feeling as if his body was not his own, Edward closed his eyes for a moment before slowly opening them to look around.

The sterile ward was quiet, and with the absence of a certain chattering voice, there was surprisingly some discomfort with the sudden silence.

He let out a snort in his heart.

Habit truly is a terrifying thing.

He looked up and saw his mother standing outside the glass wall, both happy and anxious, looking at him. He slightly nodded at her, glanced around, then frowned lightly.

Where’s that one person missing?

...

A week later.

Lady Stephens dressed in sterile protective clothing, carefully serving a bowl of chicken soup to Edward on the bed.

"Edward, Dr. Leighton said you need to replenish nutrients. No matter what, you have to drink this bowl of ginseng chicken soup today."

Edward lounged lazily on the bed, stirring the chicken soup handed over by Lady Stephens, having been on nutritional IV for a week, he truly had no appetite for such things.

He asked, "Why is it just you coming?"

Lady Stephens paused for a moment, instinctively replied, "Daisy is very busy with work lately, but..."

Edward interrupted her, frowning, "Who mentioned her to you?"

Lady Stephens became even more puzzled, "Then who else would come to see you?"