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Daisy Zane originally planned to see Holt Lawrence in the morning, but Natalie Wayne suddenly arrived, so she changed it to the afternoon.
However, Kevin Clark didnât get any rest last night, and if she went out, he would definitely follow her.
So, she simply went home to rest as well.
After they returned home, when Kevin finished taking a shower, Daisy held a tablet in her hand with a half-finished design for a piece of clothing on it.
And the person had already laid down and fallen asleep.
He saved everything on the tablet, turned it off, and placed it on the bedside table.
Then he went to bed, hugged her, kissed her, and fell asleep holding her.
The two of them slept until past six oâclock.
This also led to the well-rested Third Master Clark bothering her at night.
So, the next day when Daisy Zane went to see Holt Lawrence, it was already the afternoon.
Since Daisy Zane mainly wanted to see William Butch, she and Holt agreed to meet at the hospital.
The two met at the entrance of the Inpatient Department, and as soon as Holt Lawrence saw Daisy Zane, he greeted her warmly and started asking how she had been.
Then, Daisy Zane handed him a USB flash drive, shutting him up, âEverything you need is in here.â
âAlright.â Holt Lawrence touched the USB flash drive, almost wanting to kiss it. He carefully put it away while following Daisy Zane upstairs, and then asked, âNana, whatâs wrong? You seem a bit out of spirits.â
What happened? Kevin Clark was being unreasonable, not letting her sleep.
All these gentlemanly, polite, and civilized manners are fake.
Heâs a wolf.
âItâs nothing. How is William?â
âSigh.â Holt Lawrence sighed, âHe has been eating well three meals a day, but he hasnât said a word. He lost almost 20 pounds in just these few days. Iâm afraid he might disappear completely with his thin arms and legs.â
âWhat about his family and school?â
âI asked for leave from his school.â Holt Lawrence said, âThe police have gone to his house saying they need to protect William and not let him go home for now.â
âAnd the Butch family?â
âThey went to Williamâs grandmaâs house a few times, but since William isnât there, their visits were pointless. Let them do what they want; they canât cause much trouble.â
The two reached Williamâs ward entrance while talking.
They looked through the glass door.
William was sitting on the bed, hugging his knees while looking out of the window.
Wearing a patientâs gown, his thin body was even more prominent. A person curled up, just looking at his side profile, anyone could feel endless loneliness.
Holt Lawrence whispered, âOur people are guarding him 24 hours a day, afraid that he might have other reckless thoughts.â
Daisy Zane looked at his hair covering his ears.
âThe person guarding him said that other than sleeping every day, he just keeps looking outside.â Holt Lawrence said.
âDid he go out?â
âHmm. Sometimes we take him for a walk.â Holt Lawrence said, âBut he doesnât show any reactions, doesnât speak, doesnât cry, doesnât laugh, and has a blank stare in his eyes. He just does whatever he is told, as if heâs a puppet.â
âWhat does the psychologist say?â
âThey said heâs experienced too much psychological trauma and has rejected communication.â Holt Lawrence explained, âSince he refuses to communicate, the psychologist doesnât know what to do with him. Nana, to be honest, Iâm afraid if he continues like this, he might go crazy. Then all my efforts in these days would be wasted. Celestial Pivot would suffer a great loss.â
Daisy Zane glanced at him.
Holt Lawrence immediately stopped talking: âI, I have something to do. You go in and have a look.â
After Holt Lawrence left, Daisy Zane stood at the door for a while before knocking and entering the room.
The person guarding Williamâs room saw her, bowed slightly, and left the room.
William, however, didnât turn around or make a sound when he heard the noise.
Daisy Zane walked to the bedside, pulled over a chair with her foot, and asked, âWhat are you looking at?â
Upon hearing this voice, William Butchâs eyelashes trembled, and he turned to look. In the moment he saw Daisy Zane, his stagnant eyes showed a brief hint of surprise, but it quickly faded away into desolation.
Daisy Zane caught his surprise and raised her eyebrows slightly: âCurious why Iâm here?â
William looked at her without speaking.
âThe ones guarding you are all my people.â
Williamâs eyelashes trembled again.
Daisy Zane raised the corner of her mouth: âGet off the bed, put on your shoes, and Iâll take you somewhere.â
William looked at her for a while, then like a robot following instructions, he got out of bed, put on his shoes, and followed Daisy Zane.
Daisy Zane took him to the rooftop of the Inpatient Department.
There was a strong wind on the rooftop, and William only wore a patientâs gown, his thin body seemingly capable of being taken away by the wind with a single gust.
Daisy Zane led him straight to the edge of the rooftop.
From the height of the thirtieth floor, the people on the ground looked as if they had all been reduced by ten times. Even though they existed in the same space, everything on the ground seemed to have become part of another dimension.
Looking at this height, William felt dizzy.
âAre you scared?â
William looked down without speaking.
Daisy Zane looked down for a moment, then gently pushed on his shoulder.
As his body leaned forward, Williamâs hands instinctively pressed onto the edge of the rooftop, then propped himself up and shrank back.
He reflexively became scared of falling.
When he finally stood firm and took a breather, he realized that Daisy Zane had been holding onto his arm the entire time.
He didnât know when she had grabbed him.
He looked at Daisy Zane with a slightly startled and puzzled expression.
Daisy Zane was expressionless, like a cold-blooded animal: âIf Iâd used a little more force just now, youâd already be a corpse.â
Williamâs face gradually turned pale.
âAt this height of thirty floors, do you know how loud the sound would be when you hit the ground? Do you know which part of you would hit the ground first? Do you know what you would look like after the fall? How much blood would you lose?â Daisy Zane said indifferently.
William imagined it as she spoke.
For every sentence she said, he would follow along in his imagination.
âAre you scared?â Daisy Zane asked again.
This time, William didnât remain silent, but faintly and dazedly said: âNot scared.â
Daisy Zane chuckled softly, the wind blowing her fragmented hair in disarray: âIf youâre not afraid of death, then why are you afraid of living? Why are you afraid of those who hit you?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLiving is more terrifying.â
âLiving isnât terrifying; dying is terrifying.â Daisy Zane said softly, âDeath only has one outcome, but life can have countless outcomes.â
William stared at her blankly.
âDo you think that if you die, those who bully you would feel guilty? Regret? Or change their ways?â
William didnât speak again.
âNone of that would happen.â Daisy Zane spoke indifferently, âThey might be afraid for a while, but theyâd continue to harm others. No one will help you reclaim what youâve been bullied for, nobody will help you clarify the slander you faced. Youâll gradually disappear from everyoneâs memory, and you wonât affect anyoneâs life.â
âThey, they theyâve been punished.â William said.
âIs it because of your death that they were punished?â Daisy Zane lazily replied, âItâs because you cooperated with the police.â
Williamâs eyelashes trembled all the while, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.
âDo you understand?â Daisy Zane asked.
William continued to look bewildered.
Daisy Zane didnât rush him either. She simply said: âThink about it. Why should you let your life pay for the mistakes of others do they deserve that?â