Daisy Ginger stared at the medication in his hand, her tightly pressed lips paling slightly.
Unsure if it was because she hadn't taken her medicine on time, she began to feel that familiar pain spreading through her chest area.
She stepped forward and said to Edward Stephens, "Edward, give me the medicine first. I'll talk to you after I take it..."
Edward looked at her coldly, his gaze harboring hidden anger and harshness. "Three times this week, you took an afternoon leave. Besides the weekends when you were with me at home, where did you run off to those other days?"
Daisy's brow furrowed slightly, cold sweat sliding down her forehead. Her eyes fixed on the medication in Edward's hand, and she felt the muscles in her throat growing tense, making it difficult for her to speak.
