Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 733: If Edward forgives you

Edward Stephens turned his head slightly, glanced at the passenger seat piled full, and remained silent for a moment, seemingly unsure how to comment. He watched it speechlessly for a while, then sighed and said to her, "I’m leaving."

Daisy Ginger nodded, "Be careful on the road."

She stood at the door, watching the man’s black sedan disappear from sight, and only then did Daisy slowly return inside.

Her hatred for Robert Stephens had long been resolved after Edward had avenged her.

The man deserved his fate; she could not have any sympathy.

Yet, no matter how guilty a person is, there are still people who grieve when they die.

Thinking of Edward’s cold hands and Charlotte’s bloodless lips, Daisy lowered her head and sighed softly.

*

The next day.

It was an overcast day.

Upon waking up early, the weather was gloomy, and the air was saturated with moisture, as if it was about to rain.

Edward Stephens did not return; he only texted while she was asleep, reminding her to eat well, saying he might not be able to make it today.

Due to Robert Stephens’ critical illness, the trial initially scheduled for him was indefinitely postponed. Edward was not only handling court issues but also dealing with various remnants from the company, busy as could be.

Daisy, understanding his situation, did not call to inquire. After having breakfast with Erin Ginger, she sat on the sofa with the child watching TV.

Even Erin, who rarely slacked off, didn’t go upstairs to practice drawing. She curled up in Daisy’s lap, eating chips and watching cartoons.

Near eight in the morning, the gloomy weather finally turned into a torrential rain. Seeing the heavy rain, she got up to close the door, only to see a petite figure stumbling towards her front door through the rain. Recognizing the translucent shirt drenched by the rain, Daisy immediately knew who it was and instinctively reached out to steady the almost collapsing figure.

"Miss Smith?"

The household maid was startled to see Charlotte Smith; Charlotte was drenched, her face flushed with a sickly red, yet her lips were purple from the cold, looking utterly miserable.

"Go get some dry clothes and cold medicine."

Daisy furrowed her brow, glanced at the limp woman in her arms who couldn’t stand, and helped her inside.

This person must have waited all night and then come through the rain, now dazed, yet still grasping her hand tightly, murmuring her name softly in a pleading tone.

Seeing her in this state, pitiful as it was, Daisy couldn’t bring herself to throw her out. She had someone bathe her, gave her clothes to change into, and only when her emotions stabilized a bit did she go upstairs to see her.

When Daisy went over, Charlotte was taking cold medicine, and upon seeing her, she choked a little.

Daisy said, "What are you afraid of? Take your time eating, I’m not going to eat you."

"Miss, Miss Ginger," she was clearly feverish, her voice slightly hoarse, yet still soft, like a tame, gentle animal that never bares its claws even in desperation.

But even rabbits bite when cornered.

Thinking of how both the Stephens brothers were played by this woman, Daisy couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Daisy walked over, sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs.

Casually, she looked at Charlotte, "Why are you here again? I told you, I don’t have the right to take you into the hospital."

Charlotte lowered her head deeply.

Daisy looked at the pale, slender nape of her neck, seemingly seeing those overlapping scars on her back, her eyes darkened slightly, and she asked, "Charlotte Smith, I really wonder. After all he’s done to you, why do you still love him?"

Charlotte replied, "I don’t love him."

Daisy sneered, "You’ve gone to such lengths for him, and you’re still being stubborn?"

"...I just don’t want him to die." She slowly lifted her head, her pupils looking a bit hollow, her voice very hoarse, "...He once saved my life."

"Does that reason hold up?" Daisy shook her head, a hint of pity in her voice, "Is that how you’ve brainwashed yourself? Do you also think falling for Robert Stephens is disgraceful?"

"I don’t love him."

"Yes. I also thought you liked Edward," Daisy said coldly, "After all, you drugged him and had his child, didn’t you?"

However, seeing her current state, she realized—Charlotte Smith indeed fell for Robert Stephens.

Stockholm Syndrome?

Then what was Edward Stephens?

Robert’s substitute?

The consolation prize after failing to win over the real prize?

Daisy really found it quite funny, yet somewhat inexplicable. Having even borne Edward’s child, she only now realized which man she truly liked?

Is there really a woman so brainless?

Charlotte pursed her lips, looking at Daisy, not speaking.

Even in her confused state, she knew there were some things that must not be said.

Those truths she intended to take to the grave.

Daisy stood up, looking at her with some disdain, "Once you’ve rested, leave. You are not welcome here."

"I cannot take you to see Robert Stephens, nor do I have the right to. I won’t plead with Edward on your behalf either." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"The rift you’ve caused between me and him can never be bridged in this lifetime, Charlotte Smith. You deserve it. A selfish woman like you deserves not to see him one last time."

Having said what she truly felt, Daisy opened the door and left without looking back.

No matter how pitiful Charlotte Smith seemed now, she did drug Edward and violate him.

Even the weakest rabbit has a selfish side; she was no saint to treat a woman who had once plotted against her with kindness and care.

Moreover, she deserved it.

If she hadn’t done what she did to Edward back then, given their past relationship, Edward would have given her the chance to visit Robert Stephens.

Truly...

You never know how things will turn out.

Daisy curled her lips in mockery, went downstairs, pulled her son into her arms, and continued watching TV with him.

It wasn’t until more than half an hour later that Charlotte finally came down slowly.

She kept her head down, holding her soaking wet clothes, appearing calm and gentle again. As she passed by Daisy, she softly said, "Miss Ginger, I’ll return your clothes after washing them in a few days. Thank you for today."

Daisy looked up at her fragile figure.

She was already slender, and yet the clothes hung loosely on Charlotte.

"Don’t ask me for help; if you really want to see him, you might as well ask Edward," Daisy paused, "if he’s willing to forgive you."

Charlotte’s back stiffened, then slumped, as if aging several years in an instant.