"I went to the hospital to see Abigail Perry a few days ago."
Edward Stephens glanced at her with a half-smile, seemingly aware that she was changing the subject. He played along, "Oh?"
The steak was served, and Daisy Ginger lowered her head, slowly cutting it with a dining knife, "She woke up, but her will to live is very low. The infection in her amputated thigh is quite severe, and they've been treating her with antibiotics for days. I told her I would make sure she gets well."
Edward poured her a glass of red wine, "You didn't do anything wrong; there's no need to blame yourself." If it were him, and someone dared to harm his mother, he probably wouldn't give them the chance to lie comfortably in bed.
"Her vocal cords are damaged, and she can't move anything below the neck." Daisy's expression was calm, "I wish she was even worse off, how could I possibly feel guilty?"
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