Daisy Buchanan noticed something when she saw Tom Robinson; Atticus Finch was taken aback. Upon her mention, he realized they did bear a resemblance.
Dr. Carraway glared fiercely at Atticus, his face full of indignation, "If you dont love her, then let her go."
Daisy had never seen Dr. Carraway so angry before, and knowing it was on her behalf, she felt a mix of emotions inside.
"Impossible!"
"She is not just your possession."
"She is my wife."
"There is no relationship between you two now."
Atticus knew what Dr. Carraway meant by now was the incident with the child, but what did it matter?
He and she would have another chance.
Daisy felt as if she couldnt catch her breath. It felt as if her heart was being gripped by something, her mind went blank.
Dr. Carraway was the first to notice her discomfort, stopping his argument with Atticus, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Daisy slowly came to her senses. She had almost thought she was going to die just now.
But... that feeling of not having to think about anything, of giving up on everything, was deeply engraved in Daisys mind.
She smiled, feeling as if she had found her ultimate destination.
"Dr. Carraway, I want to eat something."
Dr. Carraway nodded and said, "Alright, wait a moment."
Atticus didnt stop him.
Although the sentence was not directed at Atticus Finch, it was good that she wanted to eat.
After Dr. Carraway left, Daisy fell silent again.
"Butler, prepare some porridge," Atticus ordered as he left the room.
Daisy finally got out of bed, feeling as if every step she took was light, as if she was treading on clouds.
She made her way to the kitchen, and the servants preparing the meal thought she was starving and had come to wait, so they smiled and said, "Madam, just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."
Daisy nodded, taking advantage of the servants inattention, and secretly took a fruit knife, leaving.
Tom Robinson was surprised by Daisys actions, but he had no intention of telling Atticus, as it was her own fragility, not his concern.
Moreover, it was beneficial to his plan; without Daisy as an obstacle, he would become the only person by Atticuss side.
However...
Tom Robinson narrowed his eyes, was it true that she didnt see his actions that day?
Or had she stopped caring about Atticus?
She didnt even tell Atticus.
Otherwise, it would really make him worry.
After all, Atticus was not a person who easily believed others.
The trust he had gained from Atticus was not easily come by...
Tom Robinson thought of the means by which he had approached Atticus, his eyes were dark and unclear.
Daisy hid the fruit knife under her pillow, planning to commit suicide quietly when night fell, so that even if someone found her, they would not be able to save her.
The child was gone, and her husband was so heart-wrenching; her heart was dead, living no longer had any meaning.
Daisy reached under her pillow, holding the hilt of the knife, waiting for night to come.