"Young master, the hospital has sent a message that Miss Genoveses condition is getting worse these days. Without the antidote, she can only hold out for a month at most," the cold female voice was as mechanical as possible, without any emotion.
"Is there really no way?" Jay Gatsbys tone was very indifferent, as if everything was nothing to do with him.
Myrtle Wilson caught a glimpse of the figure behind the door, a hint of malice flashed in her eyes, and then she spoke again: "Yes, young master, the antidote is in the hands of the young lady. It has been three years of wrangling. If you want to save Miss Genovese, we must take some measures."
"When did my business become your turn to butt in!" Jay Gatsby extinguished the cigarette he had finished smoking in the ashtray and looked at Myrtle Wilson.
But Myrtle Wilson just slightly lowered her head and continued to say with courage: "Its a simple thought of the subordinate. As long as a small dose of the poison is injected into the young ladys body, she will naturally have to hand over the antidote. If..."
"Prepare the car, go to the hospital!" Without any more nonsense with Myrtle Wilson, Jay Gatsby strode out.
Knowing that Jay Gatsby had taken her words to heart, Myrtle Wilson didnt say anything more, glanced at the figure behind the door, and followed in high heels.
Until the two had walked far away and no sound could be heard anymore, Daisy Buchanan came out from behind the door.
A pair of clear eyes were a bit dull at the moment, full of disbelief.
Was that tone really from the Jay Gatsby who had always been gentle and considerate? Why did she feel that she was seeing a stranger.
She put her hand on the necklace around her neck, and a mocking smile overflowed from the corner of Daisy Buchanans mouth.
No wonder, no wonder Jay Gatsby suddenly appeared in her life three years ago, solving all her troubles.
No wonder he insisted on marrying her and taking care of her in every possible way.
It turns out that everything was an illusion, it turns out that he was for the antidote, huh...
A sleepless night, the sun rises, Daisy Buchanan is sitting on the balcony, carefully arranging her flowers and plants.
Hearing the familiar engine sound, Daisy Buchanan slightly raised her eyes, looking at the car that slowly drove into the manor, and continued to trim the flower branches.
Daisy Buchanan was very calm, as if she hadnt heard that conversation, as if nothing had happened.
Jay Gatsby pushed the door open and saw Daisy Buchanan sitting on the balcony in a very thin outfit.
Frowning slightly, Jay Gatsby took a cloak and put it on Daisy Buchanan: "Why dont you wear more, its cold in the morning."
"Youre back." Daisy Buchanan didnt turn her head, her light tone, not as close as usual.
Jay Gatsby noticed her subtle change, hugged her from behind: "Whats wrong, who made you angry."
Smelling the strong smell of medicine on Jay Gatsby, Daisy Buchanans eyes darkened a bit.
"Nothing, just didnt sleep well." She didnt understand why, since it was a purposeful approach, Jay Gatsby could act so real.
As if she really regarded her as a treasure in the palm of her hand, if she hadnt happened to hear all that yesterday, she would never find out the truth in her lifetime.
Jay Gatsby, however, didnt know what Daisy Buchanan was thinking, thinking she was angry because he didnt come back yesterday.
He comforted: "Wasnt it unhappy that I didnt come back yesterday, recently there is a bit more official business, shall I apologize to you?"
Daisy Buchanan showed him a smile: "You havent slept for a night, you must be tired, go to sleep." As he spoke, he pushed Jay Gatsby towards the bed.
Since he didnt say it, she would see how long he could hold on, and see if he would really use that method to deal with her in the end...