The Next Morning
As soon as Veil left the hotel, Sofia rushed into the double room in a hurry, eager to check on the situation.
Last night, she'd ended up falling asleep while eavesdropping, never hearing a single sound.
Damn those renovation workers—why the hell did they make the soundproofing so good?!
Because of that, she had no choice but to come and confirm things in person.
But the moment she stepped inside, Sofia froze.
She quickly shut the door behind her and stumbled toward her daughter, grabbing Daisy's hand, her face full of guilt and heartbreak.
"Daisy… this is all my fault! I shouldn't have pushed you! I'm the one to blame!"
Yes—Daisy had indeed been aiming to latch onto the powerful Lancaster family.
Her actions last night, like deliberately sending herself into Veil's room, had all been subtle, manipulative gestures to pressure her daughter into going in.
But no matter what, Daisy was still her precious child.
