Charlotte Smith followed behind him, her head slightly bowed, momentarily at a loss for words.
In the deep of night, the hospital lights were bright as day, and towards the emergency room, doctors and nurses rushed about hurriedly.
Everyone knew that lying in the operating room at this moment was the wife of the Stephens family's president.
Edward Stephens stopped not far from the operating room door. He looked up at the lit red lamp above the door, his young and handsome face appearing somewhat cold under the lights.
The atmosphere in the air was particularly tense and tight; Charlotte Smith felt this night was so chilly it was somewhat panic-inducing.
Edward Stephens launched a massive search for Daisy Ginger, and from that to Daisy's jump, it had only been a few short hours.
She couldn't understand how things could have deteriorated to this point.
Didn't want this child; did she also not want her own life?
The main thing was... she really seemed...
