Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 662: Stubborn

Daisy Ginger didn’t know what she meant by "holding onto a little bit," but she wasn’t interested in finding out.

She said to Charlotte Smith, "I won’t help you, Miss Smith. You’ve asked the wrong person."

Charlotte slowly lowered her head, "Daisy, about what happened that night, I’ll explain it to you and Edward. Couldn’t you help me, please?"

Daisy looked at her with cold firmness in her voice, "There’s nothing to explain. I don’t need you to explain."

"..."

Charlotte’s face gradually turned pale.

She was silent for a long time until footsteps sounded behind Daisy.

Daisy turned back to see Edward Stephens coming down from the stairs.

The man’s hair was tousled from sleep, and his steps were lazy. When he saw Charlotte on the sofa, he paused and frowned lightly.

Charlotte stood up abruptly from the sofa.

Her pale little face showed a hint of surprise and panic.

Perhaps she hadn’t expected Edward to appear here, and when Daisy turned back, she saw Charlotte purse her lips, not even saying goodbye as she hurriedly left with her head down.

When Daisy turned back, she saw Edward standing at the top of the stairs with a cold expression, staring at Charlotte’s departing figure. Although he was thin and pale, his cold demeanor gave him an imposing aura that was a bit unsettling.

"What did she say to you?" the man walked over to her and asked.

Daisy glanced at his face and shook her head.

Edward didn’t press further, seeing she was unwilling to speak, he changed the topic.

"Why are you up so early? You didn’t even call me," he complained. "Didn’t even call me for breakfast?"

Daisy showed him the time, "Brother, it’s already ten-thirty. Is that still early?"

Edward pulled her up from the sofa, quite justified, "Join me for a meal."

Daisy, with his hand grasping her wrist, was dragged lazily to the dining room.

She glanced at him but didn’t refuse, watching him take a sip of porridge with his head down.

"How’s your brother now?"

Daisy suddenly asked.

Edward paused, looked at her calmly, "Why the sudden interest?"

"Just curious."

"He’s now detained in the police station. Ryan Smith has already gathered evidence to prosecute him. The trial will be next year."

With just a few words, Daisy heard another layer of meaning.

"Are you sure you’re going to betray your kin?"

Edward chuckled, "There’s no death penalty in Chicago. Theoretically, he’d just be sentenced to hundreds of years in prison, locked up until he dies. Is that really what you call ’betrayal’?"

Is it?

Although it’s Ryan currently filing a lawsuit against Robert Stephens, those in the Stephens family circle are probably aware that the only one capable of sending Robert to prison is Edward, who grew up beside him and was taught by him.

Brothers turning against each other, and the world might paint Edward as despicable.

After all, Robert is his brother. He has indeed harmed many over the years, but he has never harmed Edward.

But for her, will he carry this infamy for life?

Daisy remained expressionless, but her hand on her lap unconsciously clenched lightly.

What makes one deserve such...

She remembered what Charlotte Smith had just said before leaving.

She said, Daisy, I really envy you.

She shook her head, revealing a slight, bitter smile.

*

Edward’s illness was in the recovery stage.

He was in his prime, recovering quickly.

Daisy didn’t say much, but her actions had already begun to prepare for leaving Chicago.

Since she decided to leave, Edward naturally dared not stop her.

Back then, he could willfully take her from Banyan City to Chicago while young, even strategizing to make her pregnant. Now, he no longer could fuss like that.

He was tired, and so was Daisy. Neither were the reckless youths from eight years ago, and feelings could not be forced.

Ryan did not expect Daisy to have such a cold heart, always coming to persuade her after work, telling her how much Edward missed her and how much he had sacrificed to be with her.

Daisy always listened with a smile, but the next day, she still showed no inclination to forgive Edward, living and leaving as usual.

Three months later, Edward went to the hospital for a check-up.

Daisy accompanied him.

Walking through a special passage, the medical report came out quickly.

The report showed that Edward’s white blood cell count had returned to normal levels.

This meant his leukemia was completely cured.

Leaving the hospital, the sky was still bright and sunny.

Walking under the sunlight with him, Daisy felt a sense of relief.

She liked Edward, and naturally hoped for his well-being; his recovery genuinely made her happy.

She went to a nearby florist and bought a bouquet of sunflowers, cradling it, and handed it to Edward.

"Here."

The man looked at her and shook his head, "I don’t like sunflowers."

"It’s nothing to do with him," Daisy replied. "Congratulations on beating cancer, wishing you health and happiness in the future."

Edward smiled, took the flowers, looked at the golden blossoms for a moment, and said, "Daisy, you know, without you, I can’t find happiness."

Daisy looked ahead, not responding, just walking slowly along the sidewalk.

During the four months living with Edward, she thought about whether she should forgive him for his deceit all these years, stay with him, and live in Chicago together.

But every time the idea arose, it felt uncomfortable, innately resistant.

She couldn’t forgive Edward; the foundation of their relationship couldn’t justify his deception, even if he felt justified and understandable.

They were unequal.

No matter how much he loved her, ultimately, considering their social positions and backgrounds, they were unequal.

In the future, if something happened, he might again, under the guise of her best interests, deceive her. He could deceive her for a lifetime without her realization.

Just like this time.

People often lose perspective.

He might not have great acting skills, but because she loved him, she easily believed.

Daisy felt she couldn’t endure such deceit again.

Even if Edward promised never to do it again, since he faced no consequences for deceiving, if her forgiveness was always so easily granted, he’d likely repeat it.

After all, every act of deception is unforgivable.

Even with the best of reasons, deceit is still deceit.

Verbal apologies had lost all significance.

When Daisy had walked over a hundred meters, Edward only then stepped forward, walking three or four meters behind her at a steady pace.

He watched her slender, erect figure for a long time, then sighed lightly with a hint of helplessness.

He chuckled.

Perhaps there would never be another woman as headstrong as Daisy Ginger in this world.

And if she weren’t so, like those women easily controlled, she likely wouldn’t be loved so deeply.