novelraw Chapter 579: Is Edward Stephens already dead?
Chapter 579: Is Edward Stephens already dead?
"Mommy," Erin came over and tugged at her, "I want to sleep."
Daisy snapped back to reality from the doorway. She looked down at Erin’s face in front of her and reached out to close the door.
She picked up the child in her arms, "Why do you want to sleep so early today? Aren’t you going to video chat with James tonight?"
"We already did earlier."
"Okay, then let’s take a bath and go to sleep!"
Lowering her head, Daisy kissed Erin, smiled, and took her son to the bathroom for a bath, then carried him back to the bedroom and coaxed him to sleep.
When the child beside her began to breathe evenly, Daisy gently lifted the blanket and got out of bed. She walked to the door, and a gust of icy wind blew onto her neck, making Daisy shiver. She hurriedly went to close the corridor window.
Cold crystals fell onto her skin.
It was snowing.
At night, it’s hard to see the tracks of the falling snowflakes, but you can hear the soft rustle as they land on the ground.
She wondered if Zoe Hilker and Ethan Pond had made it home yet...
Daisy pondered as she stepped towards her own bedroom.
For some reason, she couldn’t sleep well tonight.
Daisy leaned against the headboard, watching global news alone for a while. This world is constantly plagued by wars, countless people die in the next moment, explosions, shootings, terrorist attacks... Her personal feelings and gains seem so insignificant in the global scheme of things.
But she still missed him.
She scrolled through her phone, clicked on the pinned WeChat contact, and typed a line:
"It’s snowing in Banyan City. Are you feeling better? Don’t be afraid I’ll be upset. Please reply if you can see the message."
As usual, this message seemed to disappear into the void; the other side stayed silent, without any response.
Outside, the rustling sound of snow touching the ground surrounded her, and she felt utterly alone leaning against her headboard, suddenly feeling like she couldn’t endure any longer.
She scrolled through the screen, reading her messages to Edward Stephens from the past three months, one by one.
"I took Erin to the supermarket today and saw a huge fish, but I don’t know its name."
"It’s Christmas Eve. Erin and I went to Zoe’s bar; it was so lively."
"I’m kind of missing you, Edward..."
...
"I’m back in Banyan City."
"Royal Entertainment goes public tomorrow. I’ve repaid James for everything; what do you owe me?"
"I’ve divorced James. Come back quickly, didn’t we agree to return to Chicago together?"
...
Gently resting her forehead against the screen, she felt the unbearable pain of life.
Her breathing seemed on the verge of being suffocated by that pain, exploding from the position of her heart. She had to clutch her chest fiercely to hold back her breakdown.
Ryan Smith had told her that Edward Stephens was not in any life-threatening danger.
Three months had passed, three whole months, and without any life-threatening issues, why... Why hadn’t Edward Stephens contacted her until now?
What on earth had happened? Was he even alive?
Every day, every moment, she waited for the ringtone of her phone to ring. She followed international news, hoping to get some hints about the current situation of the Stephens family from the news, but there was no news, no news at all.
In Chicago, everything seemed calm, and the Stephens family remained unshaken. But where was her Edward? He was obviously there; why was there no news?
She kept thinking optimistically, thinking maybe he was doing rehabilitation, that he didn’t have time to contact her, thinking he...
But there were always those few minutes she couldn’t help but wonder—could it be that Edward Stephens was already dead?