Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 743: Don’t see him

"Calm down for me!"

The voice on the other end grew louder, and then her body slammed into the wall, the intense feeling of suffocation gradually bringing her back to her senses. The scene before her slowly became clear, Daisy Ginger’s face magnified in front of her.

"Hey, are you feeling better?"

She was panting heavily, the air in her chest compressed to the extreme, a sharp pain felt in her lungs.

Looking at Daisy Ginger, she intermittently asked, "Why are you here...?"

"I was told to keep an eye on you." Daisy Ginger’s bright and delicate face bore a faint expression, but her fingers tightly clutched her wrist, folding her arm against her chest and pressing it to the wall. She looked at her and asked, "Are you sure you’re calm now? I don’t want to call a doctor over."

Charlotte Smith stood in place, slightly dazed looking at her, memories before she passed out gradually flooding back. The skin on her neck also recalled the moment when a man’s cold nose brushed against it...

All around her, an uncontrollable trembling seized her; her body reacted beyond her control, hair standing on end. Charlotte Smith’s already pale face turned even whiter, devoid of blood.

Looking up at Daisy Ginger, she asked, "He..."

"He’s still in surgery," Daisy Ginger replied to her, "You lost consciousness due to sudden heart failure, so it’s best not to get too emotional, otherwise there will be repercussions."

Charlotte Smith shook her head slightly and gently pushed Daisy Ginger away. She seemed to quiet down, walking forward but not returning to the ward.

Daisy Ginger furrowed her brow, looking at the thin, slender back of the woman in front of her, saying, "You’d better not go over there."

Charlotte Smith ignored her.

Daisy Ginger stood in place, watching Charlotte Smith’s lost and forlorn state. Although she had no fondness for this woman, at this moment, she felt that her appearance was too pitiful.

...

Charlotte Smith arrived at the entrance of the operating room, then was blocked by the bodyguards stationed at the door.

Daisy Ginger came over to her and said, "You should go back and rest."

Charlotte Smith looked at her, somewhat confused, "Why won’t they let me through?"

Daisy Ginger said to her, "He said so."

"Who?"

"Robert Stephens."

Charlotte Smith slightly lifted her head, her pupils trembling violently in disbelief: "What?"

"He left a will. One of the clauses is forbidding you from contacting the Stephens family again."

Charlotte Smith paused for a moment before slowly shaking her head, "You’re lying."

Daisy Ginger looked at her with a touch of pity in her eyes.

"It’s true. If you don’t believe it, you can wait for Edward to come out and explain it to you."

Charlotte Smith’s expression gradually turned into one of bewilderment.

She seemed to be trapped in a strange, chaotic dream, where everything appeared so incredible and perplexing. Just today, Robert Stephens had specifically called her and George over to accompany him; why would he leave a will prohibiting her from approaching him anymore...

Why?

Why wouldn’t even the final meeting be allowed?

She shook her head, her expression growing more desolate. She grabbed Daisy Ginger’s hand and pleaded in a hoarse whisper, "Daisy Ginger, there must be some misunderstanding, let me go in and see him, just tell them, let me go see him, okay? Plead with Edward for me, if it’s your words, he definitely..."

"Why should I plead with Edward for you?" Daisy Ginger furrowed her brow and withdrew her wrist from her grasp, looking at Charlotte Smith, asking, "Have you forgotten what you did to me and Edward?"