Chapter 344: Chapter 343: Can Only Hurt Yourself
Charlotte Smith’s face looked even paler than hers.
Her bloodless lips moved slightly as she softly advised, "Miss Ginger, if you have any issues, come at me, but please don’t hurt yourself. The second young master... the second young master would be heartbroken."
Daisy Ginger looked at her, and the fury within her suddenly cooled down.
What is there to ask about?
If it wasn’t his orders, how could Charlotte Smith dare to do this behind her back?
She just...
Couldn’t quite describe her current feelings.
Why would she place something so important in the bedroom?
Even taking the medication in front of Edward Stephens every day?
Why would she...
Still trust him after being deceived over and over again?!
It was indeed a form of trust, at the very least, she believed Edward Stephens wouldn’t harm her.
She couldn’t quite describe her emotions.
Can’t even say she was fooled by him; it was entirely...
She fooled herself.
She knew very well that person’s moral baseline wasn’t normal. He had deceived her so many times in the past, so why couldn’t he have switched out her daily medication as well?
Why indeed?
Her mind was clear but emotionally unstable, she took a deep breath and pressed the blade against her wrist again, making several deep cuts, skin tearing. Only through the excruciating pain did she finally calm down.
"..." Charlotte Smith gasped repeatedly, her eyes wide as she stared at the crisscrossing wounds on Daisy Ginger’s arm, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.
Daisy Ginger no longer looked at her. She threw the bloodstained blade onto the floor, walked over, pulled out the chair by the dressing table, sat down, opened the drawer, and took out a pack of cigarettes. In front of Charlotte Smith, she lit one.
"Miss Ginger," Charlotte Smith watched her actions, slightly clenching her hands, "Please take care of yourself, don’t harm yourself like this."
Daisy Ginger took a deep drag of the cigarette. She didn’t really feel how much pain she was in at the moment, only a sense of disgust, disgust with herself. If she didn’t smoke, she felt she would vomit.
"You’ve already called him, right?" She looked at Charlotte Smith, her cold, elegant eyes devoid of emotion, "From now on, it’s between me and him. You don’t need to interfere. Leave."
Charlotte Smith bit her lip as she looked at the cigarette between her fingers.
She had messed things up.
She hadn’t expected Daisy Ginger to turn back.
"Miss Ginger..." She wanted to say more, but a pack of cigarettes suddenly flew at her, hitting her hard in the face.
Daisy Ginger’s hoarse, cold voice rang in her ears: "Don’t make me say it again! Charlotte Smith, get out of here, didn’t you hear?!!"
Because of her emotional turmoil, the wounds on her body hadn’t stopped bleeding. She sat there, and as she smoked, the dripping blood had stained her clothes bright red. She seemed unaffected, not feeling any pain, leaving the gashes on her arms to continuously seep blood.
She was a paper tiger, declawed and defanged by Edward Stephens, unable to hurt anyone.
She could only hurt herself.
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Charlotte Smith walked out of the bedroom with a ghastly pale face, the metallic smell of the blood still in her nostrils, making her nauseous.
She staggered, leaning against the wall, took a deep breath, and, with trembling fingers, pulled out her phone to call Edward Stephens, only to see the man hurriedly coming from the staircase a short distance away.