Alexander’s POV
Daniel shifts uneasily before responding, "Daddy, Daisy... she had an accident in the kitchen. She tripped on a jar, and now everything is a mess."
My heart skips a beat, worry coursing through me like a jolt of electricity. "Is she hurt?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.
Thankfully, Daniel reassures me, "No, Daddy, she's not hurt. But her clothes are all dirty now."
Without hesitation, I rise from my chair, the urgency in my movements clear as I inquire further, "Take me to her. Let's go to the kitchen."
Daniel nods, and we make our way swiftly through the office corridors toward the kitchen, where chaos awaits. As we arrive, my eyes meet a distressing scene. There lies Daisy on the floor, her face contorted with tears, her clothes stained crimson. Sauce has spille
