Dawn, are you anxious to know about Daisy Grant? Or rather, do you want to know who the child in Daisy Grant’s belly belongs to because you also care about this child’s birth?"

Dawn Sutherland was silent for a moment, "Arlo, you don’t know. Before Aunt Grant passed away, she entrusted Daisy to me. She said that if Daisy wanted to leave with the child’s biological father, I should let her go and sign the divorce agreement. But Arlo, the divorce agreement is something I never want to sign."

"The child is about to be born, and I want to find that man and ask him if he wants the child and Daisy. If he says no, then I will never allow him to have a chance to contact the child and Daisy again, saving them from being hurt by him. You’ve heard the names Daisy has been called these days. I really don’t know how to express the heartache I feel for her."

"The rumors and sarcasm that Daisy has endured these days—how could any girl bear it? But she has, silently taking it all, just to protect the man in her heart."

"I don’t know what’s good about that man, what makes him so worthy of her love." Dawn’s lips curled into a bitter smile, "You see, love is just so unreasonable. Clearly, Daisy and I have known each other for so many years, childhood sweethearts, yet I still can’t compete with the man who came later."

"I want to know now if the man Daisy transferred 200,000 to is the one in her heart. I also want to see what’s so good about him that she’s willing to give up everything to love him."

Arlo Seys nodded, understanding his good brother’s current troubles, speaking in a low voice: "We can find that man in a few days, Dawn, don’t worry. But you need to think clearly, if that man comes and Daisy Grant wants to leave with him, what will you do?"

Dawn Sutherland gave a bitter smile, his eyes showing some loneliness and desolation, his voice faint and ethereal: "What else can I do but let her go. Be her brother for a lifetime, her only family and support, protecting her and her child for a lifetime." Dawn spoke, his gaze turning to the still unconscious person on the hospital bed, asking in a deep voice: "Arlo, what about you? Ariel, she now..."

Arlo Seys turned his gaze, looking at the thin, pale face on the bed, his soft brow and eyes full of sorrow: "I’m just like you, what else can I do. You spend a lifetime protecting Daisy Grant, and I spend a lifetime waiting for Ariel Morris to wake up."

Dawn sighed heavily, whether speaking of himself or Arlo Seys, a mournful tone slipped out: "Love truly torments! Yet you still jump headlong into this deep pit, resolutely. Sometimes I think, how foolish! Sometimes I think, pain is just pain, there’s only one her in the world, the one you chose to love even if it means being covered in scars."

"Alright, stop lamenting, it’s late now, go back and be with Daisy Grant. I’ll let you know when we find that man in a few days." Arlo Seys patted Dawn Sutherland’s shoulder, his voice mildly spoke.

Dawn Sutherland nodded, stood up, and said to Ariel Morris on the hospital bed: "Ariel will definitely wake up. She loves you so much, she will stay by your side for sure."

Arlo Seys faintly acknowledged with a hum.

Dawn said, ’I’m leaving,’ quickly stepped out, disappearing at the hospital room door.

Arlo Seys stood by Ariel Morris’s hospital bed, reaching out, his slender fingers tracing Ariel Morris’s outline, his gaze deep.

"Stop sleeping, look at how haggard you are now, sleeping without tidying yourself up. What if I get fed up with you and don’t want you anymore?"