EuropeNovelChapter 133: Chapter 133: She Doesn't Recognize Anyone Anymore
A fleeting dream...
So what is it now?
A dream just awakened?
Daisy Ginger was silent for a long tbefore she nodded slightly.
She said softly, "You're right."
"...But," she walked over and leaned by the window, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside, lost in
thought, "if emotions were like a faucet, turning on and off at will, there wouldn't be so many lovesick men and
women in this world."
lan Linton fell silent, and the hallway was quiet for a while. Daisy Ginger took a deep breath, gathered her
emotions, and turned her head to smile at lan Linton, "I'll go see Emily."
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lan Linton looked at her steadily, his gaze somewhat profound. He nodded, "I wonder if Emily will be afraid of
you. If she has a stress reaction, remember to withdraw early."
Daisy Ginger acknowledged, turned around, and walked towards Emily Ginger’s ward.
Behind her, lan Linton stood in place watching her for a long tuntil Daisy Ginger’s figure disappeared around
the corner, then slowly withdrew his gaze, took a drag on his cigarette with a somber expression.
*
Daisy Ginger stood at the door of the ward, feeling slightly nervous.
The last memory she had was of Emily Ginger, with her belly swollen, standing in front of her in the rain,
pleading, or perhaps, like a startled bird, quickly running past her.
Towards this sister, there were feelings of annoyance and disdain, but she never thought of harming her in any
way.
Yet now, she had suddenly gone mad, and meeting again was under such circumstances.
Not knowing how to stand before her, she wasn’t mentally prepared.
Taking a slight breath, Daisy Ginger reached out and pushed the door open.
A breeze blew through, brushing against her skirt, carrying a faint fragrance of food and the scent of lilies.
Emily Ginger’s ward was large, single-occupancy, tastefully decorated. Except for the hospital's unique
disinfectant smell, it looked no different from a typical bedroom.
Edward Stephens stood by the window, facing away from her, dressed in white and black pants, his silhouette
tall and slender. Upon hearing the door open, he glanced over lightly.
Daisy Ginger ignored him and focused her gaze on Emily Ginger on the bed not far away.
Having had two children, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight suddenly. Her long hair softly draped around
her; she was wearing a white long-sleeved nightgown, with a pale and clean small face, holding chopsticks while
eating, and when she saw Daisy entering, she blankly lifted her head to look at her with a hint of confusion in her
big eyes.
Seeing her so neat and tidy, Daisy Ginger felt slightly relieved. She had seen many manic and violent patients in
psychiatric hospitals, and Emily Ginger’s state was much better than she had imagined.
Edward Stephens glanced at her, then glanced at Emily Ginger. Seeing no reaction from her, he said nothing.
Daisy Ginger took a step forward. Emily Ginger, who was sitting on the bed watching her with caution, suddenly
dropped her chopsticks and jumped off the bed like a rabbit, darting behind Edward Stephens to hide.
"..." Daisy Ginger was speechless, unable to move forward or backward, standing awkwardly at the door.
Edward Stephens said, "Close the door."
Daisy Ginger shot him a look, reached out, and closed the door, cutting off the noise and voices from outside.
"How is she now?"
Her gaze fell on Emily Ginger’s bare feet on the floor, dotted with scars and bruises, likely from struggles these
past few days, appearing particularly evident against her fair skin.
"She doesn’t recognize anyone now." Edward Stephens turned his head, his gaze settling on Emily Ginger, who
was tightly clutching his sleeve behind him, his eyes slightly gloomy.
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