"Do you want to go back to your own home?"
With a grimace, Joseph replied, "Then you'd have to bury my body tomorrow."
Speechless, Charles glanced at him from the mirror. "Tell me, where do you want to go?"
It took Joseph a while to reply. He raised his head as he hesitated if he would really say what was on
his mind. "Charles, please send me to Daisy's house."
"You... How could she want you after you divorced her?" It was absurd to want to come home to his ex
wife! Joseph had hurt her enough; he couldn't come in and out of her life whenever he wanted to.
When Charles mentioned the divorce, Joseph began to cry again. "I just think you are the only ones
who genuinely care for me. Except you, only Daisy is good to me. If you all abandon me, I will die.
Open the door. I'll jump out of the car. I want to die."
One moment, Joseph was wiping his tears, and then he was banging the car door like a child.
"Jay, check where Daisy is living now." It was impossible for Charles to take Joseph home. For him, it
was a sacred place which only belonged to him, Nancy and the children.
"Okay."
Soon, Jay found out where Daisy was living so they drove to her address.
After being free from the unwanted marriage, Daisy didn't rush to leave. Although her marriage was like
a cage, she was a little reluctant to leave when she finally broke free.
It was time to welcome her new life, without the burden of being Joseph's wife.
The past was just a dream. Let bygones be bygones.
However, no matter how hard she tried to comfort herself, Daisy would still be awakened by a
nightmare at midnight.
The blood flowed out incessantly...
It never stopped.
Every time this scene appeared in her dream, Daisy would wake up panting.
Beads of sweat would form on her forehead as she held herself. She would lie down on the bed in fear
until dawn.
For the past several years in Doris' life, she had been living alone.
Tonight, she had slept early, but after waking up from a nightmare, she could no longer go back to
sleep.
So she turned on the bedside lamp and leaned against the cushion while holding a script. She had just
received it and it was shot at a place nearby. It just happened that she was there and had spare time.
Everything was just right.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Only a few people knew that she had come back, so Daisy was stunned that someone came to see
her.
Besides, who would visit her in the middle of the night?
With a shrug, Daisy put down the script and got out of the bed. After putting on her coat, she walked
out to see who her visitor was.
The cold wind made her thin figure look even lonelier.
She walked across the courtyard and came to the gate, only to find Charles and Jay holding Joseph.
"We have divorced." Her voice was as cold as the weather tonight.
Looking at Joseph was about to fall asleep, Doris tightened her grip on her coat. She watched Joseph
hung himself on Charles' body.
"I know, but Joseph asked us to take him here," said Charles.
"I have the right to decline." Without any intention of letting Joseph in, Doris bravely stood still.
"He said... He misses you so much. He is sorry." It was not hard to say that Charles only added the last
sentence by himself.
Even when he was younger, Joseph had never properly apologized to other people.
As he grew older, he had learned to say sorry, but he never meant it.
Just like she had always been, Daisy replied calmly, "I have forgiven him. I have let go of all the past."
This was her real thought. She was not the kind of woman who liked to be entangled with the past. Her
marriage once belonged to her. She tried her best to protect it, but since she was destined to lose it,
she had to end it as soon as possible.
Or, it could be said that it was not easy for her to climb up from the trap. Why would she jump in there
again?
Stumbling on his feet, Joseph suddenly spoke. "But I can't forgive myself, Daisy. Please, let me in. I'm
begging you."
"Sorry, I have to go to bed. I have work to do tomorrow." Then Daisy turned around to leave but Joseph
stopped her.
"Daisy, don't go. If you don't talk to me, I will sleep at your door tonight," Joseph said stubbornly.
"Whatever." After saying that, Daisy walked to the villa without looking back.
This house had nothing to do with Fu family. It was bought by Daisy's parents when she was married.
The Yu family thought she was so lucky to marry into the Fu family, so they generously gave this house
to Daisy.
After divorcing Joseph, Daisy didn't go back to her family's house and decided to live here.
It was not a place for Joseph to stay, and she didn't want to have anything to do with Joseph.
Leaning against the carved door, Joseph stared at Daisy's determined back and shouted, "Daisy, don't
go. Don't go!"
But Daisy still didn't turn around.
"Even if you don't open the door, I won't leave. I will stay here for the night. I mean it." To everyone's
surprise, Joseph sat down on the ground.
It was as if Daisy didn't care, that she continued walking until she got inside the house. She went
straight to her bedroom upstairs and turned off all the lights.
To help Joseph get up, Jay offered his hand and said, "Joseph, she's really gone. Let's go, shall we?"
"If you want to leave, then go. I won't go anywhere." As soon as he finished his words, he pushed Jay
away and sat back in front of the door.
Helpless, Jay turned to Charles. "Charles, what should we do now?"
"Let's go." Without thinking twice, Charles opened the car door. He frowned at Jay when he didn't
move.
"Won't you get in the car?"
In a hurry, Jay got in the car. "I don't want to stay here."
After giving Joseph one final glance, Charles drove away.
"Will you really leave Joseph alone here? What if something happened to him on such a cold day?
That guy is drunk. If he won't get to drink water, the consequences will be a little terrible..." As far as
Jay knew, Charles and Derrick had a grudge against each other, but Joseph was Charles' cousin. In
fact, he was like a brother to Charles, so he couldn't be so ruthless to him.
"Only when we leave will Daisy open the door."
"Are you sure?" Jay asked in disbelief.
Because of his question, Charles glanced at him disdainfully. "Do you think only you know women?"
"Ha... You know women better than I do." A small smile appeared on Jay's face.
"You seem to be in a good mood now." Seeing Jay smiling and laughing, Charles couldn't help but
tease him.
"Oh... I have forgotten it for a short while. But you reminded me of that problem again. Are you still my
good friend?" Gradually, Jay's smile faded and his face darkened.
"I am only saying this because I am your good friend. As a man, can you just pour your heart out and
say everything you want to say? Communicate with Doris to evaluate your feelings. Then everything
will be back to normal, right? Why do you have to make yourself miserable? It's not a big deal," Charles
said with a smile.
The feeling of oppression came back. Jay only lowered his head and kept quiet.
"Go home and give it a try with Doris. If it doesn't work, we will figure it out." The more Charles tried to
convince him, the more depressed he felt.
What should he say? Could he tell Charles that he had already tried it with Doris but it didn't work? He
just couldn't get through his psychological problem.
Well, maybe he was just not trying hard enough.
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