Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 571: Robert Stephens, I ask you—are you satisfied now?!!

Daisy Ginger was trembling all over.

Her mind was blank, and she instinctively soothed him: "No, no, no, you can’t die, Edward Stephens, I warn you, you can’t die! If you die, what am I supposed to do? Didn’t you tell me to wait for you? I will wait for you, you have to get better, do you understand?"

The man’s voice was intermittent, sounding very faint, and Daisy Ginger listened attentively: "I... am different from him... I won’t make you wait, I..."

"I never thought of you as him! I’m willing to wait for you! Edward Stephens, you can’t leave me alone, do you understand? What about Erin and me, Edward, what are we supposed to do?"

"Erin..." He seemed to chuckle a little, his tone faint, "What does it have to do with me? You can’t... expect me to be responsible for even him..."

Daisy Ginger knelt on the ground, tears hitting the dust. She could feel Edward Stephens’ body temperature gradually dropping as his blood flowed away.

The ambulance couldn’t arrive immediately, and she couldn’t move him out of the car; she was about to lose him right before her very eyes...

For the second time, the person she loved most died saving her right in front of her.

Why did heaven have to be so cruel to her time and time again?

Was she not deserving of love?

"No, Edward, it’s not that." Daisy Ginger’s voice was choked with tears, "He’s your child, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." She originally planned to protect Erin Ginger and tell him the truth after everything was resolved. But there wasn’t enough time...

Edward Stephens’ voice was no longer heard.

"Edward? Edward! Edward Stephens!" Daisy Ginger gripped his hand tightly, but the sticky blood made it slippery, and every grip caused them to slip apart. Daisy Ginger saw the man’s head slowly lean onto the airbag, no longer lifted.

She didn’t know whether Edward Stephens had heard what she just said...

"Daisy..." Elena Raven walked over with her phone, her voice choked with tears, "There’s no signal here, the phone won’t connect, what should we do..."

Daisy Ginger had no idea what to do either.

She knelt on the ground, holding the man’s increasingly cold fingers tightly, feeling her whole body’s warmth slowly dissipate with his body temperature.

What should she do in the future? What should she do?

She always thought she could manage, even carrying Erin Ginger with her, she could live well.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that just she and Erin Ginger were really too lonely... terrifyingly lonely.

If there was no Edward Stephens in this world to accompany her, how could she go on living?

"Elena..." She raised her head in a daze, looking at Elena Raven beside her with red eyes, "Help him, save him, okay..."

Elena Raven cried out loud: "Daisy," she knelt down to hug her, crying loudly, "I can’t help him, Daisy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

Just as Daisy Ginger was on the brink of collapse, the quiet mountain road suddenly reverberated with the sound of ambulances and rotor blades.

Daisy Ginger jolted, pushing Elena Raven away and standing up from the ground.

It wasn’t her imagination; a hundred meters from the accident scene, several ambulances and helicopters appeared before her eyes.

Daisy Ginger’s whole body shook as she watched the helicopters and ambulances stop not far away, doctors and nurses rushing from the vehicles toward Edward Stephens’ Bentley.

Daisy Ginger was pushed to the side.

She bowed her head, watching Edward Stephens, covered in blood, being freed from the seatbelt, his legs twisted at strange angles, both broken.

He looked like he had been fished out of a pool of blood, his white shirt torn to shreds, and as soon as he was placed on the stretcher, blood seeped through almost instantly.

Can a person bleed this much?

Can a person bleed this much and still live?

She instinctively chased the direction of the stretcher, then her steps slowly stopped, seeing not far away a man being pushed down from a wheelchair.

The man with a sickly pale face focused his gaze on his bloodied brother, only noticing her gaze later, turning his head to look at Daisy Ginger.

As their eyes met, Daisy Ginger started trembling.

An overwhelming anger enveloped her whole body, and she walked over step by step to stand in front of Robert Stephens.

The other party sat in the wheelchair, with pitch-black eyes, looking at her expressionlessly.

His skin was so pale it accentuated the deep black of his eyes, making him seem otherworldly.

Monster.

Daisy Ginger thought, this man is a monster.

"Are you satisfied?" she spoke softly, her voice sounding torn, each word seemed to bleed, "Robert Stephens, I’m asking you—are you satisfied now?!!"

"..." The man was expressionless, like a white statue, without a hint of emotional fluctuation.

"Smack!"

A slap landed on Robert Stephens’ face, Daisy Ginger using all her strength to turn his face aside.

"You want him... to be like you, to spend his whole life in a wheelchair, to feel the taste of breaking his brother’s legs—how is it?" Her eyes were full of tears, as if she wanted to spray out all her anger through her words, her fear of this man had completely disappeared at this moment, even if she were to be shot by him next, she had no fear.

Some things, if not said face to face, she might regret them for a lifetime.

"The feeling of personally killing your brother—isn’t it great?"

Robert Stephens slowly turned his head, looking at Daisy Ginger.

His eyes were like inanimate objects, reflecting no emotion, as if Daisy Ginger’s words hadn’t reached his ears at all.

"Thomas."

Thomas Woods, who was guarding the ambulance not far away, heard his voice and immediately ran over, "Sir?"

"Get in the car."

He didn’t argue with her.

Thomas Woods’ focus was on Edward Stephens, not noticing Daisy Ginger’s actions just now. The old man’s face was pale, even his gray hair looked whiter.

He wiped his reddened eyes, responded, and pushed Robert Stephens back to the car.

"Daisy..."

Elena Raven walked over cautiously, tugging on Daisy Ginger’s hand, somewhat worried at seeing her look lost.

Daisy Ginger lowered her head, looking at the blood in her palm.

The bloodstains had dried, sticking between her fingers, seemingly able to feel the sticky warmth from earlier.

The sky had already darkened, the mountain wind blew, and Daisy Ginger shivered.

It was like reliving everything from a dozen years ago, holding her beloved, feeling his warmth and life gradually fade away in her arms.

Since then, she never saw that young boy again.

Now, can she still see Edward Stephens?

Can she ever see him again?