Outside, a flurry of footsteps could be heard, probably the nurses and doctors coming.
After the commotion, silence gradually took over.
Edward Stephens stood still for a moment, when the crisp sound of high heels striking the floor echoed from behind him.
The leisurely footsteps were unmistakable; he didn't even need to look back to know who it was.
Daisy Ginger circled to his front, smirking, "Edward, your acting is quite impressive, isn't it? Playing the jerk so vividly. Applause for you."
She clapped her hands three times.
Edward Stephens glanced at her indifferent demeanor, choosing to ignore her, while reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, only to pull out the marriage certificate he had put in there earlier.
He glanced at the red booklet, his mood inexplicably worsening. As he tried to stuff it back, Daisy snatched it away.
A frown creased the man's forehead as he watched Daisy take his marriage certificate and nonchalantly place it into her own bag.
