Daisy Buchanan suddenly turned her head to look at Myrtle Wilson. She didnt expect Myrtle Wilson to say all this directly, even though it is indeed a fact!
"If the young lady gives me the antidote now, she can still retreat completely, but if the young lady still insists on being confused, what will happen in the future is not something I can predict." The threat in the words is obvious.
Hearing such words, Daisy Buchanans eyes overflowed with a trace of desolation. What would Jay Gatsby do if she insisted on not giving it?
Without speaking, Daisy Buchanan left the painting room silently.
Myrtle Wilsons eyes became a bit sinister behind her. Daisy Buchanan, I gave you a chance, since you dont want it, dont blame me for being ruthless!
Two days later, everything was as usual, but Jay Gatsby had not come back since he left that day.
And Daisy Buchanan seemed as if nothing had happened, always playing the role of a qualified wife quietly, until this night.
The phone that had been quiet for a long time suddenly rang, and it was a video mail sent by an anonymous person.
Greedily, Daisy Buchanans hand above the play button hesitated for a long time before pressing down. The video was very clear, Jay Gatsby sat in front of the hospital bed, holding Miss Genoveses hand, his eyes were very nervous.
When Daisy Buchanan saw Jay Gatsbys face clearly, her heart trembled.
His eyes were full of bloodshot, and his eyes were surrounded by a dark circle, and he looked very tired, as if he was holding on.
Watching the video, Daisy Buchanan felt oppressed and couldnt breathe, and her hand holding the mobile phone also started to tremble slightly, and the mobile phone slipped from her hand and fell to the carpet, making a muffled sound.
The mobile phone that fell to the ground continued the video, but as if deliberately evading, she no longer looked, but put on her shoes and ran out...
On the other side, Myrtle Wilson stood in the hospital ward, looking at the image transmitted through the mobile phone from the monitor, and then looked at the car positioning transmitted from the specially customized watch.
The red dot moved quickly, and a satisfied emotion flashed in her eyes.
"I have been deceived for three years, but I still dont remember, Daisy Buchanan, what should I say about you." Myrtle Wilsons soft voice was very abrupt in the quiet ward.
It seems to be sighing, but if you listen carefully, you cant help but hear the sarcasm and complacency in her tone.
Myrtle Wilson put away her mobile phone and walked to the bedside, looking at the figure lying on the bed.
The woman on the bed was still lying quietly, and her breathing was very weak. If it wasnt for the fluctuation of the electrocardiogram next to her, you could hardly see the signs of her life.
A strong sense of unwillingness suddenly surged in Myrtle Wilsons heart.
The young master has been waiting for a living dead person for so many years, and its not enough. He is willing to approach Daisy Buchanan in order to save her, and treat her with all kinds of gentleness and care.
There is even a trend of pretending to be true! No, the young master clearly has fallen in love with Daisy Buchanan!
Why has she been born and died for the young master for so many years, but he doesnt see her own good, why doesnt the young master love her!
Myrtle Wilson took a look at the red dot on the watch, and the fierceness in her eyes was undisguised, and those who dare to block her way, she will not let go of any one!
She reached out and put her hand on the oxygen pipe, and Myrtle Wilson pulled it off with a force...
With the numbers on the electrocardiogram slowly returning to zero, a series of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and with a "click", Daisy Buchanan pushed the door in.