Susan, Mary and Sophia stayed in Edmund's ward for two hours. --For Edmund, this was all torture.

"Edmund can stand the gossip between the girls. Edmund finally realized how bitter it was for a man to say those words.

The three girls whispered to each other, and the topic is always about the dazzling Dr. Cullen, and in the end, they seemed to have completely ignored Edmund.

Therefore, the blue-eyed boy, who was unable to leave because he was doing an intravenous drip, could only listen to their nonnutritious conversation with a poker face.

"OMG, that Dr. Cullen is so handsome!" 

"He should become a superstar instead of an unknown surgeon!" 

"Didn't you just see his smile?-It was as dazzling as the sunshine of Hawaii!" 

"Oh, I wonder if he likes girls like me …" 

"Stop dreaming, Mary. Doctor Cullen is married. And even if he likes you, he will become old when you grow up." 

"How old can he be!-I just like mature, gentle, and intelligent men." 

"Come on! You're young enough to be his daughter!" 

"Daughter is not bad either! Hey, do you think Dr. Cullen will adopt me if I lose my parents as Edmund did?" 

"Absolutely impossible." 

'"But I'm really jealous of Edmund. He has no parents. He could do whatever he wants! -Oh, when it comes to daughters... why don't you say Dr. Cullen --don't have have a child to his own?" 

"… That's right. Why didn't he give birth to one himself?" 

"Could it be because of' his physical inability '?" Susan had a puzzled face. "I heard my sister say that if you want to have a baby, you have to be "physically strong." 

"What do you mean? " 

"I don't know the theory behind it. She won't tell me what it means exactly …" 

"Then what are you talking about!--Edmund, your biology is good. Do you know what that means?" 

"I know." The boy said casually. He was very displeased with the girl's tone of voice now, so he didn't seem to be very positive in answering the questions.

"Can you tell us?" 

"… Google it on your computer." 

"Then we'll have to wait till we get home!-hurry up and tell us, please!" 

"No." Edmund had a headache. He snuggled into the soft blanket and pointed at the door of the ward. "It's getting late. Can you hurry home? I'm so tired of you.-Dr. Cullen is busy that he doesn't have time to drive you home. Leave as soon as the town is safe." 

Hearing this, the faces of the girls instantly changed.

"Edmund Pace.-We came to see you." Susan looks a little unhappy.

"You came here specifically to see Dr. Cullen, right?" 

"You--" 

Edmund suddenly sat up from his bed with his left hand still pointing at the door. The blue eyes are filled with anger, causing others' heart trembling.

"Hey! Don't you know how to be grateful--" 

"I'm sorry, I don't know."-"Selfish," "stubborn," "stupid," "ungrateful," That's who I am. " 

Suddenly they felt the atmosphere grow tense. The three girls shut their mouths and stood there stiffly, forgetting to breathe.

The blue-eyed boy did nothing. He just sat there quietly but makes it impossible for anyone to breathe.

"Get out of here and go home.-Don't make me repeat myself." 

The ward became very quiet for a moment.

Edmund rubbed his cheeks and, somewhat irritably, grabbed the pillow and threw it hard on the cabinet in the corner. An ugly vase wobbled and finally fell to the ground with a heavy sound, the vase broken into pieces.

He stared blankly at the pillow at the top of the cabinet and the debris on the floor, his heart filled with guilt.

After all, the things here did not belong to him, and he did not have the right to destroy them.

"Oh, what happened to the kids these days!" Edmund cursed softly, not knowing whether he was talking about the girls or himself.

The boy slowly climbed out of bed and prepared to squat down at the corner to tidy up the tiles on the floor.

But-- 

He's still on his drip.

If Carlisle found out that he had secretly pulled out the needle, there would definitely be three days of confinement.

"Alright!--I don't care!" Edmund lay down heavily and covered his head with a quilt. He admitted that he was angry. But what he was angry about was not the noises of the girls, their disregard for him, or their thoughts of Carlisle.

He was just angry that the girl told him that she admired him in a frivolous way.

What was there to be envious of?

Losing one's parents is something to celebrate?

The girls had something that Edmund had lost, but they didn't know how to cherish it at all.

Edmund had always wanted to have a family of his own when he was in the orphanage. He felt that what he wanted was not too much. --A responsible father, a gentle mother, and brother Peter, the four of them had been happy together, and even though the family was poor, they could only live on corn noodles and dandelion soup every day.

As long as he had his family with him, that would be enough.

That's why he's so jealous of the Cullen family.

Although his adoptive parents were not as good to him as he expected, they could at least be called family. But now?

Mom and dad are dead. Peter is missing. The so-called "family" had been cut into pieces like a mirror on the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.

He was sad, but he didn't dare to cry. He wasn't sure if he still had the right to let the emotions out.

He can't cry.

He told himself again and again. He couldn't cry even if he was tormented by nightmares and on the verge of collapse.

He can't live his life on the sympathy of others.

The world is cruel. Growing up in an orphanage taught him that.

If he wasn't strong enough, he would be trampled on by others and would never be able to become strong.