Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 88: Suffering Domestic Violence

8:30.

The sky had completely darkened.

Daisy Ginger came out of the tent barefoot and plugged in the fairy lights.

Soon, around the tent, three meters wide, warm yellow lights began to flicker.

She hummed a tune, squatted by the tent playing with sand for a while, then hugged her knees, crouching beside the tent, and looked down at the time.

It was 8:30, not knowing when Edward Stephens would arrive.

However, the distance from the city center to the seaside takes two hours, so it was normal for Edward to arrive a bit late.

She raised her head, listening to the sound of the waves, watching the stars twinkling in the sky.

That night, just like eight years ago, the weather was still clear, the starry night just as splendid.

Daisy Ginger’s lips curled slightly as she looked at the distant waves, her eyes softening with the memories.

*

Lady Stephens called.

"Edward, where are you now? The police. have already arrived, and so has the ambulance. I just called Abigail, should I go to the hospital to look too?"

Her voice sounded tense, seemingly frightened by the content of the phone call from her son just now.

Edward Stephens was already in the city center; he frowned slightly and glanced at the time. A round trip would already make it 9:00.

"I’ll go to the hospital." Edward said, "Mom, stay home tonight, don’t go out."

Lady Stephens responded, then sighed, "Ah, how did it come to this? Just recently they seemed so in love..."

Edward had no mood to listen to his mother’s lament; he hung up the phone, slightly speeding up towards the city hospital.

Half an hour later, he parked his car at the hospital entrance.

As he went up, the police officer who had just finished the notes was coming down from upstairs, and Edward stepped aside, seeing their relaxed demeanor, which didn’t reflect a deadly incident.

He walked up with a heavy voice and then heard Ian Linton’s voice, "Mr. Stephens."

Edward paused, looked ahead, and saw Ian Linton being supported by a nurse, coming out of the emergency room.

He looked a bit miserable.

A red slap mark stained his fair face, scratches on his neck and face, freshly treated, yet still appeared bloody.

The usual refined and handsome look was gone, hair disheveled, stains from spilled food on his clothes.

A look of having suffered domestic abuse.

Seeing him, Ian freed himself from the nurse’s arm, walked up to Edward, nodded slightly, and with a helpless bitter smile said, "...made you witness a joke."

Edward looked at him, lightly furrowing his brows, calmly speaking to Ian Linton, "I got a call from Emily."

"I know." At this point, Ian seemed even more helpless and guilty, he ruffled his messy short hair and said to Edward, "Emily accidentally stepped on it... really made you laugh."

For the quarrel between him and Emily Ginger being overheard by Edward, this seemed to make the young man quite embarrassed and ashamed, showing some helplessness and confusion in front of Edward.

"Hmm." Edward withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the distant ward; inside, Abigail Perry had arrived, sitting beside Emily Ginger, but blocked by Abigail’s back, he couldn’t see what Emily’s current condition was.