Chapter 11: What Did You Do?
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The house was too quiet.
Daisy hated it when it was like this.
It meant something had happened.
Something big.
Something no one wanted to talk about.
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She walked through the hallway, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
“Where is he?” she asked one of the guards.
“In his study, ma’am.”
Of course he was.
Always in control.
Always composed.
Always hiding things.
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Daisy didn’t knock.
She pushed the door open.
Her father didn’t look up immediately.
Seated behind his desk, flipping through documents like nothing in the world could disturb him.
Like people didn’t just… die.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
That made him pause.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze.
Calm.
Unreadable.
“What are you talking about?”
Daisy laughed bitterly.
“Don’t do that,” she said. “Not with me.”
Silence.
“You knew,” she continued. “About the girl in the hospital.”
A flicker.
Small.
But she caught it.
“She’s involved in the case,” he said simply.
“Involved?” Daisy stepped forward. “She almost collapsed in front of me. That’s not ‘involved.’ That’s someone barely surviving.”
“That’s not your concern.”
The words were cold.
Final.
And that—
that was the problem.
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Daisy’s jaw tightened.
“Just like Lucas wasn’t my concern?”
That did it.
The room shifted.
His expression hardened slightly.
“Be careful what you’re implying.”
“I’m not implying anything,” she snapped. “I’m asking you directly.”
A step closer.
“Did you have something to do with his death?”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Daisy’s chest tightened.
“Answer me.”
Her father leaned back slightly.
Studying her.
Like she was a problem to solve.
“Lucas made mistakes,” he said finally.
Her breath caught.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
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Something inside her cracked.
“You killed him.”
The words came out quieter this time.
But heavier.
More real.
Her father didn’t deny it.
Didn’t confirm it either.
But the silence—
said everything.
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Daisy let out a shaky breath.
“I told you he hurt me,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “I came to you because I was upset—because I needed you—and you…”
She laughed weakly.
“You thought the solution was to kill him?”
“He disrespected you,” her father said, his tone sharpening. “He used you.”
“That was my mistake to deal with!” she snapped.
Her eyes burned.
“I was angry, yes. I cried, yes. But I didn’t ask you to take his life!”
Silence filled the room again.
But this time, it wasn’t calm.
It was fractured.
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Daisy shook her head slowly.
“You don’t get to decide things like that,” she said. “Not for me.”
Her father’s gaze darkened.
“I decide what protects this family.”
“No,” she replied, her voice steadier now. “You decide what gives you control.”
That hit.
Harder than anything else she’d said.
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For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then—
“What about the girl?” Daisy asked again.
“Stay out of it.”
Immediate.
Sharp.
Too quick.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Why?”
“Because it doesn’t concern you.”
“That’s not true.”
A beat.
Then—
“She saw something, didn’t she?” Daisy pressed.
Her father said nothing.
And that was answer enough.
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Daisy exhaled slowly.
Everything was starting to make sense.
Lucas.
The girl.
The attack.
The silence.
“They’re trying to get rid of her,” she said quietly.
Still, no response.
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Daisy stepped back.
Shaking her head.
“You’ve gone too far this time.”
“That’s enough,” her father said.
“No,” she replied. “It’s not.”
Her voice was calmer now.
But colder.
More distant.
“I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
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She turned.
Walking toward the door.
But stopped just before stepping out.
“If anything happens to her,” she said without turning back, “I won’t stay quiet.”
That got his attention.
But she didn’t wait to see his reaction.
She walked out.
The door closed behind her.
Soft.
Final.
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Inside the study—
Her father remained still.
Expression unreadable.
But his fingers tapped once against the desk.
Slow.
Thoughtful.
Dangerous.
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“She’s getting curious,” one of his men said from the corner.
“I know.”
A pause.
“Do you want me to—”
“No.”
The answer was immediate.
Cold.
Controlled.
“She’s still my daughter.”
Silence.
“But the girl?” the man asked carefully.
A beat.
Then—
“Make sure she doesn’t become a problem.”
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Across town—
In the hospital—
Regal lay awake.
Unaware that her survival had just become even more complicated.
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