She approached the couple, and the English that usually came out fluently now seemed so stuttered and unnatural: "Excuse me... what is the flower language of a crimson rose?"

The couple, who had been happily taking selfies, were startled by Daisy Grant’s sudden question. When they saw she was a gentle and elegant pregnant woman, they were relieved.

Daisy Grant smiled apologetically, "I’m sorry, I’d like to ask, what is the flower language of a crimson rose?"

The young man looked at Daisy Grant, and spoke seriously, "Miss, did your boyfriend give it to you? Then he must love you deeply. Because the flower language of a crimson rose is ’most beloved, only love, care for you alone.’"

Daisy’s fingers tightened in her palm, her face turned pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Miss, are you alright? Should we take you to the hospital?" Seeing Daisy didn’t look well and that she was pregnant, the couple asked urgently.

Daisy forced a smile, thanked them, and turned around, walking away hurriedly, her back showing a bit of disarray and fear.

"Dennison, what’s up with that lady?" the girl’s voice came through.

"Maybe she missed the person she liked before, maybe that person liked her too, just that she didn’t realize it, it’s a real pity." The young man sighed.

Daisy listened to their discussion, her body shaking even more, her head spinning into a blank.

"The flower language of a crimson rose is ’most beloved, only love, care for you alone.’

The young man’s voice replayed in her ear repeatedly, every word making her heart skip a beat, the impact was so fierce she couldn’t withstand it.

"Brother, when you gave me the roses, did you know the flower’s language? Do you know how scared I am, how afraid this is a misunderstanding that could crash me from the clouds to the eighteenth level of hell?"

"Brother, do you know? I’ve loved you for more than ten years, if this is a misunderstanding, do you know how I can endure it, the blow it would give me?"

Daisy stumbled back into the house, her head spinning even more, her entire complexion very poor.

Back in the room, Daisy couldn’t hold it and lay on the bed.

---

That night, Daisy had a high fever of over thirty-nine degrees, her whole person in a dazed state. Her caretaker quickly called the family doctor and also made an international call to Ricky Brooke far in City C.

Ricky Brooke, far in City C, took a flight that night to Washington to see Daisy Grant.

While in a dazed state, Daisy kept muttering the two words ’Brother.’

When Ricky Brooke arrived in Washington, Daisy’s high fever hadn’t subsided. Hearing her whitely pale face muttering those two words, his eyes turned resentful.

Ricky Brooke took Daisy Grant’s former phone, snapped photos of her in a very bad state and unconscious, and sent them to the contact labeled ’Brother’ stored in her phone.

Meanwhile, in City C.

Dawn Sutherland was in a conference room meeting with the C.Y think tank, discussing the upcoming project launch ceremony, when his phone chimed with an incoming message.

Casually glancing at the lit-up phone screen, the moment he saw the sender was ’Daisy,’ he suddenly stood up, reacting excitedly.

Everyone in the office looked at their boss’s overreactive response.

Dawn Sutherland took the phone and walked outside the conference room, "Meeting adjourned! We’ll continue this afternoon!"

"..."

The entire think tank was bewildered by Dawn Sutherland’s sudden decision and action.

Dawn Sutherland ignored his subordinates and excitedly took the phone back to his office.

When he opened the text on his phone, what greeted his eyes made his pupils shrink hard, his fingers trembling slightly.....