Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen
Chapter 23: Mom, I’m Getting Married

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Mom, I’m Getting Married

The entire Ginger Residence could see it.

Their Director Ginger had been in a very good mood lately.

Although she always had a smile at home, after spending much time together, everyone could tell whether it was a genuine smile or a fake one.

If someone at the Ginger Residence was in a good mood, naturally someone else was not.

However, Emily Ginger’s bad mood didn’t have much impact. The household staff could easily coax and console her, unlike how they had to be cautious and attentive with Daisy Ginger.

Thus, life for everyone in the Ginger Residence had improved noticeably.

That morning, Daisy Ginger got up very early.

When she came downstairs, she was already dressed up, wearing a lilac French vintage spaghetti strap dress. It was rare for her to dress so gracefully, and with a sweet smile on her face, she was quite appealing.

"Miss, are you going out later?" The butler approached and inquired kindly. Daisy, in a good mood, nodded, "Yes, ask the driver to fill up the car’s tank. I’ll leave after breakfast."

Receiving the order, the butler immediately picked up the phone to call the driver, while Daisy entered the dining room, surrounded by the household staff.

"Miss, what would you like for breakfast?" A maid diligently set the table in front of her and complimented her makeup, "Your makeup looks great today. Miss, are you going out on a date with Mr. Stephens?"

The shadow of Daisy Ginger taking her own sister’s fiancé seemed to have long faded with Daisy’s recent attitude. For some time now, Daisy had become so agreeable that it felt as if she had changed into a different person. Everyone couldn’t help but secretly think—if she had taken him sooner, it would have been better... What is Emily compared to making Daisy happy? That would be best for everyone.

"Oh, no," Daisy sipped her coffee, "a sandwich will do." She glanced outside the door, where Emily Ginger entered gloomily, accompanied by Abigail Perry. Both mother and daughter had lost quite a bit of weight lately. Emily looked haggard with swollen eyes, and Abigail appeared worried, her brows furrowed, showing signs of distress.

As the two entered the dining area and saw Daisy sitting inside, the clear morning sunlight shone on Daisy, making her skin glow so much it was almost dazzling.

Just after sitting down, Emily couldn’t help but redden her eyes upon seeing the radiant Daisy and whispered to Abigail, "Mom... I don’t have much of an appetite; I’ll head back to my room first."

Her voice was hoarse, presumably from crying alone in her room often during this period.

Daisy’s sandwich arrived, and she took it, bit into it, and glanced at Emily.

Abigail furrowed her brows and urged, "Emily, you didn’t eat last night either. If you don’t eat, you’ll have to go to the hospital."

Emily shook her head, stood up dejectedly, and headed outside the dining room.

"Emily, you..." Abigail sighed helplessly, pursing her lips in frustration, yet she still chased after her.

She only had this one precious daughter. Although she wasn’t great, she couldn’t bear for anything to truly happen to her.

Daisy drank her coffee, crunching on lettuce, undisturbed by Emily and Abigail’s presence, enjoying her breakfast in high spirits.

*

After breakfast, Daisy drove out to a nearby stationery store to buy a bunch of paints and drawing paper.

Holding a pile of art supplies, she turned the car around and headed towards her destination.

She didn’t turn on the navigation. Over the years, she had traveled this road so many times that she could drive it with her eyes closed.

The car slowly came to a stop at a secluded hospital on a hilltop.

The guard at the gate saw her face and proactively opened the gate. Daisy carried the drawing paper, slowly walking towards the ward.

The attending doctor had just come out of the ward. Upon seeing her, the doctor gave a friendly smile, familiar with Daisy. Daisy nodded slightly to her and only gently entered the room after the doctor left.

This was more accurately described as a studio than a ward.

The air was filled with the scent of oil and paint. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling were covered with oil paintings.

Everywhere she looked, large swathes of vibrant color covered the view, lasting so long it could give someone goosebumps.

A slender figure in a blue and white hospital gown sat by the window, painting with a brush.

Daisy walked over, placing the drawing tools she carried next to the easel, replacing the paints and cleaning the brushes.

Then, she gently combed the woman’s head full of white hair, tying it neatly at the back.

As she did all this, the woman remained motionless, as if she hadn’t even noticed her presence.

Daisy brought over a small stool, sat beside the woman, propped her chin on her hand, and smiled while watching the woman’s profile for a while before gently saying, "Mom, I’m getting married."

She seemed somewhat happy while talking, her tone very tender, "It’s the boy from the house next to us we used to live in. He always came over to our house to find me. Do you remember?"

"He wasn’t in good health before, and now he’s even more seriously ill... his mind isn’t well either," Daisy muttered softly and then perked up, "But once we’re married, he’ll get better."

"You used to always advise me not to smoke. Recently, I feel much better, and I think I’ll be able to quit smoking soon."

"Next time, I’ll bring over the marriage certificate for you to see, okay?"

"I plan to... postpone the wedding until he fully recovers. Then Mom can come with me, okay? I want to hold Mom’s hand and marry the one I love."

...

Daisy carefully recounted what had happened during this period to the woman in front of her. Then, with a towel, she gently wiped the paint off the woman’s face.

The woman’s features bore a seventy percent resemblance to hers, but with a more artistic aura, sitting quietly in the sunlight, like a clean and clear ink painting.

In her youth, her beauty and talent captivated the entire Banyan City. No woman could compete with her, and no one could help but admire her excellence.

Later...

She went mad.

Madder than to the point where she couldn’t even recognize her daughter.

Once, Alice Lesser was the most extraordinary in Banyan City. Now, she was just a lunatic imprisoned in Greenhill Hospital.

Those who had harmed her for half her life, one died in a car accident, and the other took over her company, claiming everything that once belonged to her.

"Mom, don’t worry. The company is doing well now. I’m keeping everything you left me safe, and I’ll get back what was taken." She reached out, gently holding the woman’s cool, soft fingers, placing them against her face with a touch of coquettishness, "When the time comes, Mom must get better. That house is so big, with Edward and me living there, it’s too empty."