Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 661: Daisy Ginger, why am I not as lucky as you?

Daisy Ginger took a deep breath, somewhat absurdly, and couldn’t help but laugh.

"You want Edward Stephens to spare him?"

She was dissatisfied with Edward’s deceit over the years, but she did not disagree with his actions.

The victor is king, the vanquished is the outlaw. Back when Robert Stephens was in power, he didn’t hold back against Edward; now asking Edward to spare him was simply unreasonable.

"I thought you hated him." Daisy looked at her. "You once told me all the things he did to you. I thought you couldn’t wait for him to die sooner."

Charlotte Smith gave a slight smile, her expression somewhat dazed.

She slowly lowered her head and softly said, "I thought so too..."

But when he was about to die, she found that she actually...

Couldn’t let go.

"I might really be crazy." Her gentle voice carried no emotion, just deep confusion, as if she didn’t even know why she was doing so much for that man. "I ask for nothing now, only for him to remain alive."

"You’re pleading for his life now, but who spared the lives of those who died because of him?" Daisy sat on the sofa, her tone and expression turning cold. She had never lived with Robert Stephens and didn’t understand Charlotte’s feelings for him.

But even for Alice Lesser’s sake, Robert should pay with his life.

"Miss Ginger..."

"Charlotte Smith," Daisy interrupted her, "I can’t plead for him. You’ve found the wrong person."

Charlotte lowered her head. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

From Daisy’s angle, she could see her pale, slender neck, her bones protruding, and she seemed even thinner than Edward, just a skeleton.

Daisy looked on, feeling somewhat reluctant, and said softly, "Charlotte, can you wake up? If he dies, you would be free. Are you a masochist?"

"Free?" Charlotte raised her head to look at her. "I want to be free too. But how can I just watch him die like that? I’ve lived with him for over twenty years, Daisy. The person who should die is me. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have turned out like this."

"What does saying this now mean?" Daisy’s tone was cold. "He is the one who killed those people, and he is the one who should pay with his life. Do you have a way to take responsibility for him?"

"..." Charlotte, breathing rapidly, looked at her for a while before suddenly coughing. Daisy watched her frail shoulders shake constantly, fearing she might cough up something serious. It was only after she stopped that Daisy couldn’t help but ask, "Are you... alright physically?"

"Caught a cold recently." Charlotte responded in a low, hoarse voice. She reached out, picked up the cup of now cold tea, took a trembling sip, and as soon as she did, tears unexpectedly rolled down from her eyes, dripping onto the cup she held.

Daisy wasn’t entirely cold-hearted. Seeing her cry, she was also somewhat reluctant and turned her head away.

"Take good care of yourself; you still have George. Since you chose to give birth to him, you should be responsible for him."

"..." Charlotte lifted her head, looking at her face.

Her tears had stopped.

Perhaps the sudden surge of emotion just now had caused her to shed tears in front of her.

"Daisy, why am I not as lucky as you?" Her soft voice carried a bit of longing and envy. "You gain everything I most desire without doing anything... and I, after struggling through countless hardships, can only hold onto a tiny bit..."