<h4>Chapter 31: Chapter 31: I Want to Live, Not Die with You</h4>


    "Edward, Edward..." she called his name, and the thought of losing him made her heart involuntarily clench into a ball.


    She had never tasted heartache before; so this is what it feels like to love someone, the weight of this pain was too much for her heart to bear.


    "Please, let’s not break up," she pleaded, "I can die with you, as long as we can be together, I can die with you."


    "Emily!" Abigail Perry eximed, grabbing her shoulders and screaming at her in disbelief, "What nonsense are you talking about! Dying together? You’ll drive your mother crazy!"


    Emily Ginger was crying so hard she was almost out of breath, helplessly leaning against the head of the bed, her small face pale and turning purple, coughing as she cried, and it looked like an emergency room visit was imminent. Seeing her like this, Edward Stephens’ face grew grim, and he coldly said, "Emily Ginger, have you not had enough of this madness?!"


    His voice was so cold that Emily’s copsing mind was frozen in ce; she lifted her tear-filled eyes to see the man’s icy, severe demeanor.


    She bit her lip, trembling uncontrobly, unable to understand why Edward Stephens was looking at her with such indifference.


    What did she do wrong?


    She just wanted to be with him, to live and die together...


    "I want to live, I don’t want to die with you," Edward said calmly.


    Emily Ginger looked at him in disbelief, as if she could hardly believe that her wholehearted devotion would be met with such a response from Edward.


    She stared at him nkly, and only after a long while did she cautiously ask, "Edward, what did you say..."


    Edward looked at her coldly and said, "I said, I want to live, I don’t want to die with you."


    Emily waspletely stunned.


    Her belief in living and dying together, all her sincere feelings, crumbled into dust in the face of Edward’s words, trampled into the mud.


    He wanted to live, not to die with her, so he chose to marry Daisy Ginger, while she, for him, was willing to live and die, even thinking that as long as they could be together, dying with him wouldn’t matter.


    Was she too foolish?


    The words she said earlier felt like a huge p in the face, leaving her pale face with a tinge of shameful red.


    Everything she did seemed like a ridiculous joke.


    Emily’s expression momentarily turned nk, looking at Edward Stephens for a long time before slowly turning her head to Daisy Ginger, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching with a light smile.


    She was still as dazzling as ever, in this hospital room, brazenly vibrant, looking at her bedraggled state with a victor’s calm smile.


    It wasn’t a look of ridicule, but one of watching a y, a cold, detached gaze, as if she wasn’t even worthy of contempt.


    Edward Stephens’ words had shattered her self-esteem, leaving her unable to lift her head even a bit in front of her rival.


    Emily didn’t move for a long while, suddenly gagged, blood spurted from her mouth and nose, and she copsed.


    Edward’s whole body trembled, instinctively stepping forward but forcibly stopping himself, lowering his eyes to look at Emily Ginger lying unconscious on the hospital bed, his deep gaze filled with heavy shadows.


    "Emily? Emily? Oh God, help," Abigail Perry started wailing, hugging Emily’s body and rushing out of the hospital room, "Doctor, Doctor, save my daughter, oh God—"