Her sweat-drenched hair clung to her skin. She stroked it back and got out of bed, completely forgetting the injury on her hand. When she tried to get off bed with the support of her hands, it pained a lot. The pain reminded her of her injury and she slowed down her pace. She thought that the nightmare was probably linked to the fight. She habitually looked back at the other side of the bed. It was empty. She felt a sense of loss.
Then she went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she walked downstairs, she looked refreshed. Seeing Jonathan sitting on the sofa in the living room, she paused a little, and then walked on.
"Morning, Dad. Aren't you going out to exercise today?" Daisy greeted him, wondering what he was pondering so early in the morning. Jonathan looked at her injured hand, "Morning! Are you going to the army base?" He replied in a low voice, sounding grave.
"Yes. There's been a lot of work to do recently, so I want to start early. Dad, is there something on your mind?" Daisy frowned. Jonathan had never been so dejected before.
"No, there's nothing. Have some breakfast before you go for work. You barely eat anything in the morning. That's unhealthy." There was indeed something on Jonathan's mind.
He had started to make arrangements as soon as he finished the phone call with his son. But he couldn't stop worrying before his men arrived in B Country. This was new to him. Now he realized that he actually cared a lot about all the members of his family. He felt bewildered and scared. The change was too abrupt and too much for him. He felt he didn't even know himself anymore.
"Okay. Are you going to join me or do you want to wait for Mom?" Decades had passed, and Jonathan and Cynthia were still deeply in love. Daisy envied them. They did everything together. There was no space for a third person between them.
Daisy understood why Edward had felt neglected by his parents. In the eyes of two lovers, there was only each other and nothing else.
You go ahead. I'll wait for your Mom." Jonathan stood up. He looked at Daisy and wanted to say something, but the words were frozen on his lips. Then he walked toward his bedroom without a word.
Watching his back, Daisy thought maybe something happened, but Jonathan had already left. She couldn't chase him into his bedroom and ask about it.
Colonel, what happened to your hand?" Mark screamed when he saw Daisy's hand. Everything had been okay when he dropped her last night.
It's nothing. Just a small cut. Let's go." Daisy didn't intend to tell Mark about the fight. She knew Mark would keep nagging her if he found out about it.
"It's so thickly bandaged. How can it be a small cut?" Mark complained and got in the car, thinking Daisy must have fought with somebody, and there must have been a group of people fighting with her, because one single person wouldn't have been able to hurt Daisy.
"Mark, are you questioning me?" Daisy rolled her eyes at him sullenly. She had already said it was no big deal, but Mark was still hounding her. Why was he making a fuss about it? She felt annoyed.
No, Colonel. I dare not do that," Mark answered with a twist of his mouth. He didn't want to be punished again, so he kept his complaints to himself.
"Then why aren't you driving?" Daisy knew how to deal with Mark. She had to maintain her dignity as his superior, otherwise, he just wouldn't stop nagging her and she would have to put up with that all the way to the army base. He seemed to have been like this ever since he was acquainted with Edward. It appeared Edward had a bad influence on the people around him.
The military Hummer drove away from the Mu's villa, but it suddenly shrilled and stopped. Daisy was thrust forward and bumped her head into the front seat.
"I'm very sorry, Colonel. Are you okay?" Mark turned to Daisy nervously to check on her.
"What's your problem?" Daisy stared at him angrily, rubbing her forehead. She had told him to keep quiet and remain focused on the road, while he was driving. He should have listened to her.
A man showed up in the middle of the road from nowhere. I had to hurriedly press the emergency brake to avoid an accident." Mark felt wronged and bowed his head. Luckily, the car wasn't running too fast, otherwise there would have been a major accident.
"Somebody must be tired of living." Daisy looked out of the car window. When she saw the person standing on the road, her brows were knitted tight. She sighed and stepped out of the car.
"Daisy, I finally see you again." Leo was excited, but he was more embarrassed.
What do you want?" Daisy's icy tone added to the morning coldness of the late fall.
"Nothing. I just want to see you. You didn't answer my phone calls, so I..." Leo looked at Daisy nervously. Somehow he was afraid of her after he found out that she was his daughter. It was so odd. He didn't know why.
"See me? Mr. Ouyang, is that necessary?" Daisy sneered, finding it ridiculous. Since when did he care about her?
"Isn't it normal for a father to want to see his own daughter?" Daisy's sneer broke his heart.
Are you drunk? Isn't your daughter Mary? Do I even know you? You have come to the wrong place." It was too late for Leo to show his paternal love.
"I came here for you. Daisy, tell me, what am I supposed to do to make up for my past mistakes? Just say it and I'll do it." Leo had slept badly these days. The past flashed back to his head every night as soon as he closed his eyes, reminding him of how badly he had treated Daisy. The memory was eating at him. He felt suffocated.
"Huh! That's absurd! I wish someone could tell me how I am supposed to change the fact that 'you' are my father!" Daisy shut her eyes painfully. She wanted her family, her mom, but nothing. Now she had nothing. Whatever he did, her mom was still dead. He wouldn't ever be able to bring the baby in her mom's womb back to life. Then why should it matter nowwhat he did?
Daisy I'm so sorry. I was stupid to be fooled by Yakira. I destroyed our family. It was all my fault. I know you won't forgive me, but please let me redeem myself, Leo pleaded, hoping she wouldn't hate him so much.
I'm sorry. I'm not the one you should show repentance to or beg for forgiveness. Please leave, I have no time for you, Daisy said frigidly. She neglected all his feelings and stayed aloof from his regrets.