And now, he was even more agitated.
After taking half a cigarette, Edward Stephens said, "I know you're proud and used to being independent, but since you're married to me, we're together now, you don't have to shoulder everything yourself."
He paused, and continued, "At work..."
Edward suddenly stopped mid-sentence, sensing a foreboding smell in the air.
He looked down and saw water leaking out from the bathroom door, clear water mixed with faint strands of red...
Edward's pupils constricted violently for a moment, he quickly lifted his foot and kicked open the bathroom door.
Daisy Ginger was lying in the pool of water, her clothes completely soaked, with a few painkillers scattered on the floor. Her wrist hung lifelessly, covered with crisscrossing blade marks.
His razor had been dismantled, and the blade was clutched tightly in Daisy's palm, with blood continually seeping through her fingers.
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