NovelBookChapter 90: Chapter 90: Finger Marks
Watching the two of them in high spirits, Edward Stephens lit a cigarette, took a drag, and glanced at the woman
on the hospital bed through the faint mist.
Then, he turned around calmly and left.
"Edward," lan Linton called out to him, chasing after him from behind. He looked at him, seeming a bit
embarrassed, "Letwalk you downstairs. | really made a fool of myself today, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Edward slightly lifted his chin and said indifferently, "I still have smatters to attend to. You can go back, this
is far enough."
At his words, lan stopped, giving him an apologetic smile, "I really troubled you tonight."
Edward waved his hand and turned to leave.
He stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can, then got into the car parked at the hospital
entrance.
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On the passenger seat, the pink delicate gift box glimmered slightly under the dim car light. He sat in the
driver's seat, glanced down at the time, and his brows furrowed gently for an instant.
10:10 PM.
He took out his phone and glanced at the text messages.
There was no reply from Daisy Ginger.
Did she see the text he sent?
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lan Linton went to handle the admission procedures, while Abigail Perry asked the nurse to leave, glanced
outside, and then carefully closed the door.
She walked over, looking at her daughter sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, reached out, and tenderly
stroked her soft cheek with a pained expression.
Then, she gently moved aside the long hair draped over Emily Ginger’s shoulders.
Five dark bruise marks immediately presented themselves glaringly to Abigail Perry's eyes.
Abigail's fingers began to tremble slightly, she pressed her lips tightly together, her fingers cautiously touched
the frightening finger marks on the back of Emily Ginger’s neck, her breath quickened.
Since it was she herself who changed Emily Ginger’s hospital gown, the choke marks on the back of her neck
weren't visible from the front.
Abigail looked at those bruises with a complex expression until sudden footsteps sounded from outside the door.
Startled, she hurriedly let Emily Ginger’s hair fall back down, just as lan Linton’s gentle voice cfrom behind,
"Auntie, is Emily awake?"
Abigail collected her expression, turning to look at this refined and handsyoung man. He seemed to have
tidied himself up a bit, looking less disheveled, and the bloodstains on his face had faded considerably, restoring
his usual genteel and refined demeanor.
"Not yet." Abigail withdrew her gaze, feeling unaccountably tense, swallowed hard, hesitantly asked lan Linton,
"lan, you and Emily... why did you argue?"
lan walked over, stood by the bed, looked down at Emily Ginger, a wry, faint smile appeared on his handsome
face, and he said softly, "She's been like this lately, always startled... Today is her birthday, | gave her a
necklace, and she seemed not to like it much." He smiled wryly at Abigail, "Using this as a reason, she started
arguing with me."
Abigail seemed to find it unbelievable, shaking her head, she couldn't help but say, "Emily... Emily is not a
person who acts willfully like this!"
lan replied calmly, "Maybe it's because she’s pregnant, her mood’s not good."
"Ye-yes..." Abigail responded, standing beside lan and looking at the deeply sleeping Emily on the bed. For some
reason, perhaps it was the air conditioning in the room being too low, she couldn’t help but feel a little cold.
She said to lan, "lan, I'll take care of Emily here, you should go hfirst. When she wakes up, I'll talk to her
properly."
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