Daphne’s POV
“Miles!” I called out breathlessly the moment I burst into the conference room. My chest heaved, the adrenaline still coursing through me. All heads turned in my direction, cameras already flashing even though the conference hadn’t officially started yet.
Miles looked up, startled. His eyes widened—not just with surprise, but something deeper. Worry.
He moved toward me quickly. “Daphne, you shouldn’t be here,” he said in a low, urgent voice. “I don’t want you caught up in this.”
“No, Miles,” I said, stepping closer. “I want to be here. I need to be here. You shouldn’t have to face this alone.”
I felt the pressure of all those eyes—reporters, photographers, staff—but I didn’t waver. “If they have questions for me, I’ll answer them,” I continued. “I promised I’d never leave
