Instead of going to the hospital as she had mentioned earlier, Daisy decided to visit her mother to seek some advice.Daisy arrived at her mom’s house in the late morning, the weight of the situation with Franklin pressing heavily on her. Her mother, Mrs. Bernard, greeted her warmly, ushering her inside.“I wasn’t expecting you today,” Mrs. Bernard said, closing the door behind them. “How’s everything going with Franklin?”Daisy hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s… complicated. He’s been nice lately, but I don’t think he’s doing it because he cares about me. I think he just feels guilty.”Mrs. Bernard waved her hand dismissively as they sat down on the couch. “Feelings can grow, Daisy. Guilt is just the starting point. You just need to make sure he spends enough time with you to see your worth.”“But, Mom,” Daisy said, fidgeting with her fingers, “what if he never sees me that way? What if he’s just doing this because of the baby?”Her mom leaned forward, her eyes narrowing

Inside one of the private lounges at the Empire State Hotel, Franklin sat at the head of a sleek glass table, his fingers drumming lightly against its edge. He glanced at the wall clock.Moments later, the door opened quietly, and Conor, Franklin’s butler, stepped in. Always composed, Conor carried a slim folder under one arm. Without waiting for instruction, he approached Franklin and placed the folder on the table.“Did you find anything?” Franklin asked, his voice calm but firm. “About the allegations about the CCTV footage”Conor gave a slight nod. “Yes, sir. This contains profiles on the individuals causing the most disruption. The key troublemakers are Robert Grant, Henry Collins, and Samuel Bates. They appear to be leading the protests against the hotel. The rest seem to be simply tagging along.”Franklin flipped the folder open, his eyes scanning the documents inside. Conor stated. “Based on initial findings, it seems the footage was doctored by someone outside the hotel. I’v

Daisy walked into the suite, her confident smile faltering when her eyes landed on Franklin sitting silently in the living room. He didn’t look angry—just watchful, like he had been waiting for her.“You’re still awake?” she asked, setting her bag down by the door.“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied coolly, leaning forward slightly. “It’s late.”She hesitated, then moved closer. “I had a few things to take care of, Franklin. Nothing to worry about.”“I’d hope so,” he said, standing slowly. “Though I have to wonder what’s been keeping you out so often. Are these errands of yours really that urgent?”Her gaze flickered, but she forced a laugh. “You’re starting to sound like my mom. It’s nothing serious. I told you, I’ve been visiting her.”Franklin tilted his head, his expression unchanging. “That’s funny, because you never made mention of that to me.”Daisy’s face froze for a split second before she managed a response. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you ahead of time.”His voice wa

The next day, Franklin was in his office. Across from him were, Mr. Hugh and Conor sitting attentively, waiting for him to speak.“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Franklin began, his tone steady but resolute. “The attack on the hotel and the attention Daisy’s been getting—it’s clear we’re not as secure as I’d like to think.”Conor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You think someone’s targeting you specifically?”Franklin nodded. “It’s a strong possibility. I can’t afford to take any chances, especially with Daisy and the baby involved. I need to get her somewhere safe—a home where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder.”Mr. Hugh adjusted his glasses, his expression thoughtful. “And what about the hotel? It’s been your primary focus for the past few months.”“That’s where you, Deborah and Vera come in,” Franklin replied, meeting his gaze. “I want you and Deborah to manage the hotel. You’ve both been incredible with the day-to-day operations, and I trus

Franklin was in his new home office, surrounded by piles of documents. His new company was finally taking shape, but the process of setting it up had been exhausting.He spent long hours reviewing files, making calls, and meeting with potential clients and partners. It left little time for anything else, let alone paying attention to what Daisy was doing.Meanwhile, Daisy was curled up on the living room couch, her phone in hand. A smile lit up her face as she typed a message to Oliver Hayes. They had been chatting secretly for weeks, and their conversations were the only thing keeping her spirits up.Daisy: Hey, are we still on for tomorrow?The reply came almost immediately.Oliver: Of course. I can’t wait to see you. Same spot as last time?She bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement.Daisy: Yes. I’ll find an excuse to step out. You’re not backing out, are you?Oliver: Never. You’ve been on my mind all day.Daisy’s cheeks flushed as she quickly deleted the messages, making su