CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43 IF YOU MAKE ME UNHAPPY, I WON’T LET YOU BE HAPPY EITHER

"Your situation is quite special right now. If a bone marrow transplant is possible, it’s best to do it as soon as possible."

"Finding a bone marrow donor with a match like Miss Ginger is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In medical terms, it’s nothing short of a miracle."

"Let’s schedule it for this weekend. In the next few days, try to relax, and we’ll contact you again on Friday."

...

Edward Stephens walked out of the attending physician’s office with his coat, lit a cigarette, and was still pondering the doctor’s words.

Ever since finding out about this illness and being exiled to Banyan City to wait for death, he never expected there would be a chance for a cure. He couldn’t imagine the reactions of those in his family, who were greedily eyeing his position, upon hearing this news.

He took a drag from his cigarette, smirked slightly, and a cool, sardonic smile appeared on his face.

As he reached the hospital entrance, about to stub out his cigarette and head home, he heard Daisy Ginger’s crisp voice in his ear: "Edward!"

Hearing this, Edward instinctively turned his head, only to find his arms suddenly filled with Daisy who had thrown herself at him.

"Edward, I’m hungry," she said, her voice slightly aggrieved. "Why did your medical check-up take so long?"

Edward pulled her out of his arms, his tone somewhat indifferent, "I never asked you to wait for me." Seeing her itching to cling to him again, he ordered, "Stand still!"

He couldn’t understand why someone her age was still so clingy.

"Oh." Daisy replied, pointing to a nearby western restaurant, "Let’s eat there." After walking for a while and noticing Edward hadn’t moved, she sneakily reached out and hooked one of his fingers.

"..." Edward glanced down at her hand, then at Daisy. He pursed his thin lips slightly but didn’t shake her off.

*

Accompanying her for a meal, Daisy seemed very happy.

She ordered a bunch of food, not caring whether the two of them could finish it.

Eventually, he had to personally stop her.

"That’s enough."

Daisy seemed momentarily stunned, and only pouted when she saw his stern expression, "I’m not asking you to treat me."

Edward handed the menu to the waiter, "We can’t finish all this food; no need to waste."

"Oh." Daisy looked at him, blinking, "You’re worried about waste? It’s okay, we can take it to go... Besides, the dishes here are all your favorites." She hinted wildly.

Edward calmly took a sip of iced water from his glass, glanced at her, "It’s my first time here."

"Oh..." Daisy withdrew her gaze, speaking lightly, "Then you can try more in the future."

He clearly had forgotten everything from the past.

Edward frowned slightly, noting Daisy’s evident disappointment and was just about to ask what was wrong when, suddenly, a glass of cold water was thrown onto Daisy’s face from the next table.

Daisy was slightly taken aback. She looked up at the three or four young girls gathered around their table.

The girls seemed fairly young, devoid of any overbearing demeanor, yet they stood there indignantly, glaring at her as though she were an infamous villain.

From the moment she walked in, she’d noticed that something seemed off with the girls at the nearby table, but she certainly hadn’t expected to be splashed with water.

Disturbed during her and Edward’s first date, Daisy was visibly displeased. Her lively eyes narrowed slightly, yet her lips curved into her usual signature smile as she calmly patted her face dry with a napkin. She methodically asked, "What is it?"

The girls were apparently caught off guard by her calm demeanor, exchanging a few flustered glances. Then, one particularly fiery girl stepped forward, pointing at Daisy’s nose and demanded, "Are you Daisy Ginger?"

Daisy smirked slightly, nodding, "Yes."

Upon her admission, the girls all visibly exhaled with relief. The fiery girl slapped the table and accused through gritted teeth, "Daisy Ginger, you’ve stolen the campus queen’s fiancé and still have the nerve to flaunt it! How shameless can you be?"

Hearing this, Daisy actually laughed, tilting her chin up as she leaned back in her chair, looking at them, "Who are you guys?"

"We’re Emily’s roommates," a girl with glasses answered, looking at Daisy with evident resentment. Unable to hold back any longer, she said, "It’s because of you that our campus queen had to take a break from school. Do you know how good her grades were? She could have gotten a guaranteed place in graduate school!"

"She took a break of her own accord, what does that have to do with me?" Daisy scoffed lightly, "I’m not her mom. Why are you all coming to me?"

Hearing this, the girls grew even more furious.

"You stole her fiancé!"

"If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have attempted suicide!"

"She liked him so much, the whole class knew it!"

"Daisy Ginger, you’ll get your comeuppance for stealing your sister’s man!"

...

Daisy crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, quietly listening to them curse her one after another. Once they ran out of steam, she pulled a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and took a drag, "Finished talking?"

She was stunningly beautiful; her actions could be considered a spectacle. The girls, plainly dressed, saw her in this manner and were all the more convinced she was a mischievous vixen, looking at her with disgust mixed with a touch of indescribable envy.

"What are your names?" Daisy asked, holding the cigarette between her fingers, smiling as she looked up at this group of righteous female students.

Women are generally more morally sensitive than men, especially vibrant young female college students. Emily’s reputation seemed quite favorable at school, having classmates stand up for her over a leave of absence.

Her question seemed to make them wary, and the girl with glasses asked, "What do you want to do?"

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me." Daisy’s smile turned chilly as she took out her phone, making a call, "Help me check Banyan University’s Arts Department, class 117, the three girls from Emily’s dorm, where their parents work."

The three girls were taken aback, staring at Daisy in surprise.

"Once you find out, send the information to my email." Daisy instructed, without even glancing at the three female students’ whitening faces, her usual smile steadfast, "Isn’t it that Emily told you that my temper is particularly bad?"

"If you’ve upset me, then I won’t let you be happy either," she teased, exhaling smoke as she leaned on her hand, watching them with a smile, "Isn’t that fair?"

Helping these naïve female students face the harsh realities of society was a duty society people’s individuals owed.