People with this genetic disease have fewer platelets than normal, and as they grow older, they develop severe coagulation disorders. A small wound that would be insignificant for a regular person could result in death from excessive bleeding for these patients.
In other words, Edward Stephens was born with familial leukemia. This hereditary disease led doctors to conclude at birth that he wouldn't live past thirty. Even if kept in a greenhouse-like environment, he might still die from internal bleeding or other complications.
Over the years, the Stephens family has spent countless resources trying to find a bone marrow match for Edward Stephens. However, since it's a genetic familial disease, it's not something modern technology can easily resolve. Through these years, there have been very few cases where the bone marrow match's success rate exceeded twenty percent.
But Edward Stephens was fortunate; he met her, Daisy Ginger.
Not only could her blood save him, but it could also cure his terminal illness.
Their compatibility rate was over ninety-nine percent.
In this world, only Daisy Ginger could save Edward Stephens, whether he wanted it or not.
Daisy Ginger slowly walked over, stood in front of the sofa, and looked at the increasingly pale face of the man.
The doctor wrapped his hand with gauze, pressing hard on his palm, but blood still kept oozing from the edge of the gauze, dripping onto the floor audibly.
If this continues, there's a day he might really die.
Daisy Ginger squatted by his leg and raised her eyes to gaze at his face.
Then let him die.
She thought, coldly and without emotion.
Better for Edward Stephens to die than to marry someone else.
Perhaps her gaze was too piercing; the man who had his eyes closed and was silent slowly opened them.
Those eyes, much deeper and darker than most, met hers.
He looked at her expressionlessly, as if he were looking at thin air.
Even at this point, he wasn't willing to be kind to her, not even slightly yielding to her.
Daisy Ginger couldn't help but laugh softly, propping her face with her hand while squatting there, her smile bright and radiant: "Edward Stephens, Emily Ginger saved you once, and you vowed to dedicate yourself to her. If I saved your life, would you then become my servant?"
He looked at her face, which had a cheerfully gloating smile, his dignified features showing no emotion, only giving her a cold and merciless single word: "Get lost."
His annoyance at her attitude had reached the point where he didn't want to say another word to her.
This bastard, he might as well be dead.
After all, without Edward Stephens, Daisy Ginger could still dominate Banyan City, wait for eight years for him as if feeding a dog.
With her beauty and family background, she could have any man; there was no need to coerce a man with a broken mind.
The harsher her thoughts, the more captivating her smile became.
She smiled and said, "Master Stephens, it seems your illness isn't just physical, but mental too. If I left just like that, your mother would probably cry herself unconscious. Being a child and letting your parents send you off with gray hair, that's what's truly shameless."
Edward Stephens understood that she was here to pay him back for the incident at the Regal Clubhouse a month ago. After all, this woman was vindictive, and he had experienced her sharp tongue before.
With the blood loss making him irritable, he was unwilling to deal further with Daisy Ginger, yet his mother still had to step in.
Lady Stephens whimpered aggrievedly, "Edward, Daisy is right. If you don't behave, I will cry myself unconscious, just wait and see."