Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 652: Wine, keep me company.

Even if he tried to hide it, you could hear the weakness and hoarseness in his voice.

Erin Ginger lay on the bed, lifted her head to look at him, "Uncle Ryan said that Daddy is sick."

Edward Stephens raised his hand and gently rubbed her hair, his tone gentle: "Daddy is fine now."

He paused, turned his head to look at Daisy Ginger sitting on the sofa, and softly called her name: "Daisy."

Daisy Ginger ignored him.

The man gazed at her, slowly retracted his gaze, and sighed lightly, a bit tired and helpless.

Erin Ginger cheerfully went to pour Edward Stephens a glass of water, "Daddy, drink water."

Edward Stephens wasn’t thirsty, but he reached out and took it anyway, then thanked Erin: "Thank you."

Erin’s eyes curved, and a happy expression appeared on her little face, which wasn’t much affected by emotions.

Watching the two of them in their father-child harmony, Daisy Ginger found the hospital room increasingly unbearable. Since Edward Stephens had woken up and seemed fine, she didn’t plan to stay any longer. She suddenly stood up from the sofa and started walking towards the door.

The man was drinking water, and seeing her about to leave, he instinctively tossed the blanket aside, got out of bed, and grabbed her.

Daisy Ginger was startled. She looked down at her own slender wrist, which was tightly held by the man, and her delicate brows immediately furrowed. She raised her head to look at the man, her tone turning cold: "Let go."

Edward Stephens said softly: "Stay with me a bit longer."

His voice was low and hoarse, even carrying a hint of pitifulness.

Daisy Ginger was no longer buying into this. She looked at him expressionlessly: "Let go."

The man stood quietly in front of her, still carrying the faintly bitter scent of medication on him, his blue-and-white hospital gown draped over his tall and lean body, resembling a frail and pitiful noble.

Because he gripped her hand tightly, blood began to seep from the back of his hand where the needle had just been removed, trickling down his pale skin.

"..." Daisy Ginger felt a clench in her chest, unable to speak.

"Daisy..." he softly called her name, it came from deep within his throat, holding a cautious and deep affection, "Stay with me a few more minutes."

Daisy Ginger raised her head to look at him, wanting so much to ask him, Edward Stephens, do you know how much I’m hurting inside?

How could you treat me this way?

Why are you like this to me?

The man’s tall figure suddenly swayed, and Daisy Ginger reached out instinctively to support him. Most of his body weight leaned on her, and even though he was thin, it was still too much for Daisy to bear. She lasted just a second before they both fell to the ground.

"Thud!" Daisy felt like she was going to pass out too.

Edward Stephens couldn’t do anything either. He was losing blood rapidly, and it was already a miracle that he managed to get out of bed to grasp Daisy Ginger. Now, lying on top of Daisy, feeling her murderous glare, he could do nothing but play dead.

Fortunately, Erin Ginger quickly pressed the call button and summoned the nurse.

Two burly female nurses helped Edward Stephens off Daisy Ginger and proceeded to warn her: "The patient’s body hasn’t recovered, don’t horse around in the ward!"

What the hell, horsing around in the ward.

Daisy Ginger almost laughed in anger, glanced at Edward Stephens lying pitifully on the bed, furrowed her brows, and swallowed her temper back.

Initially, she thought Edward Stephens’ illness was just a trick set up by Ryan to coax her into coming.

She had never expected Edward Stephens’ leukemia to relapse. Generally speaking, as long as leukemia is well cared for after treatment, the recurrence rate is low.