"Of course I didn't make a sound. Everything happened because of me. My father would have kicked my ass if I dared sneak in a word. He is the boss of Mayfly while I am just a powerless nobody. How could I confront him?" Edward retorted calmly. He knew how much his father loved his mother. Any word that came out of his mouth would have only fueled his anger, instead of helping in reasoning with him. Edward wasn't so tired of life yet that he wanted to die at his father's hands! After all, he hoped to grow old with Daisy. He should keep himself safe and sound before that happened.
"Ha ha! Finally you admitted that you were just a nobody," Daisy cackled. Suddenly, she felt something warm run down her foot. She pushed up her pants to see if her leg was bleeding.
"Woman, you don't understand. A man should know when to hold his head high and when to eat the humble pie. Only that way can he hope to have a wonderful life. Otherwise, things don't go as smoothly and - Daisy, what is that? Is your leg bleeding? Jesus, you lied to me! You said it was nothing serious. That wound looks dangerous," Edward exclaimed as he noticed the blood. He grabbed his phone quickly to make a call to Tom as soon as possible.
Daisy frowned. She hadn't thought it would get so bad. She had bandaged it simply by herself at the army base, instead of going to the infirmary to get it treated. "Hello, Edward. Are you calling to invite me over for dinner?" Tom had just finished performing an operation. No sooner had he stepped into his office to take a break than he received Edward's phone call. He hadn't even had the time to drink any water yet. He was always thirsty and weary after surgery.
"Come over right now! Daisy's leg is injured. It needs immediate treatment." Edward cut to the chase, totally ignoring Tom's quip.
"What? She got injured again? You have to remind her that she is only human. She can't subject her body to injuries again and again," Tom said earnestly as he got to his feet. He needed to talk to his coworkers about a couple of important things before he left the hospital for Edward's house. The patient they had operated on hadn't come out of danger yet. There might be some complications after the surgery. He had to give them some advice to help cope with whatever might come up later.
"Tell her that in person when you get here." Edward sounded pissed. He glowered at Daisy's leg, wishing that he could just strangle her so that she wouldn't keep worrying him any longer.
"Okay then. I'll be at your house in twenty minutes. Stop the bleeding first, before I arrive. But you can choose to avoid doing that if you think she has too much blood. I'll give her the emergency treatment when I get there anyway." As a doctor, Tom hated it when people didn't take care of themselves. At the moment, he was as furious as Edward.
"Just come. Cut the crap." Edward, as overbearing as usual, hung up directly.
"Good god! Every single time he acts as if he was the king! What kind of person is Edward? He is asking me for help, but somehow he makes me feel like I'm his servant," Tom mumbled resentfully as he stalked out of the hospital. He felt like the time would never come when Edward stopped bossing him around. When he got to Edward's house, there was still a tinge of resentment on his face.
"Hello, Tom. I had Mrs. Wu cook dinner for you. Eat something first." Having troubled Tom so many times, Daisy felt embarrassed to see him. She couldn't promise there wouldn't be a next time.
"Daisy, if you really care about me, take good care of yourself. You are covered in old injuries," Tom said as he opened his medical kit. His patient was sitting right in front of him, waiting for his treatment. He wouldn't be in the mood to eat anything in this scenario. Plus, he knew Edward wouldn't let him. He would chop off the hand he dared eat with. So, Tom made the smart move to treat Daisy first.
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