Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 651: Does Robert Stephens have to die?

Charlotte Smith paused slightly on the phone, then softly said, "Is there really no room to maneuver with Mr. Stephens’ situation?"

Ryan Smith started the car.

He looked ahead and said calmly, "The information has been submitted to the police. The remaining matters are beyond both your and my control."

"..."

"Did you call to plead for him?"

"... Ryan."

Ryan thought it was somewhat unbelievable, and even felt a hint of amusement.

"Have you forgotten how he’s treated you all these years?" Suddenly stopping the car, Ryan’s voice became slightly tense, "Are you suffering from Stockholm syndrome?"

Charlotte replied gently, "I just don’t want him to die."

"Robert Stephens must die." Ryan coldly interrupted her.

Charlotte was quiet for a moment, then calmly ended the call.

Ryan sat in the car, lost the mood for driving, leaned back in his seat, and lit a cigarette with a furrowed brow. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

If it weren’t for Charlotte’s calm voice on the phone, he would’ve thought she’d gone mad.

Actually pleading for Robert Stephens.

Do you know how many people that man has personally killed over the years?

Honestly, he didn’t really care how many Smith family members were murdered by Robert Stephens; it’s just since he came to the Smith family, knew this man, people around him gradually went missing, vanished, and he constantly feared that he’d be next.

The Smith family, having lost so many to Robert Stephens, even tracked down lost illegitimate children, and he was one of them.

He thought he’d finally not have to worry about where his next meal was coming from, but dared not imagine that food was no longer a concern, yet his life might soon be over.

Had it not been for his good relationship with Edward Stephens, he might have ended up like Emma Magus, used as a pawn by Robert Stephens and casually died in an "accident."

Under his reign, no one felt secure day after day.

He couldn’t comprehend what madness gripped Charlotte to make her call asking, "Does Robert Stephens have to die?"

He remembered her biological parents suddenly died one day, and there wasn’t even an autopsy before they were quickly cremated.

Everyone knew who was responsible for their deaths, yet nobody dared to speak out.

Ryan pressed out the cigarette butt and rolled down the window for ventilation.

"Disgusting."

He coldly cursed.

That woman, has she truly gone mad?

*

Edward Stephens slowly awakened from the lengthy darkness.

Blood loss brought him dizziness and fatigue, making opening his eyelids, a simple action for ordinary people, a burden for him.

As the light reached his retinas, he thought, he shouldn’t have been unconscious for too long this time; it was still daylight.

"Daddy, you’re awake?"

A small figure leaned over from the bedside. Erin Ginger’s yet-to-change childish voice was clear and crisp. Edward was slightly stunned and slowly turned his head to look at the child standing before him.

Then, he slowly looked at the woman sitting on the sofa.

She sat there quietly, without looking at him. Sunshine reflected on her delicate skin, enveloping her in a faint golden glow, giving him an illusory feeling.

Like a dream.

To be so close.

Edward slowly sat up from the bed, removed the infusion needle from the back of his hand, took a slight breath, then looked at Erin and softly asked, "Why are you here?"