Meanwhile, Kathrine walked out of Glorious International and slid into her car. She closed the door, but she did not start the engine.
Instead, she sat there, motionless, her hands resting on the steering wheel as her mind replayed everything that had happened inside.
The anger had already begun to ebb, leaving behind something far more unsettling.
Clarity.
She might have warned Daniel out of spite, driven by days of bottled resentment and instinctive protectiveness over her sister. But deep down, she knew one undeniable truth.
Daniel would never hurt Anna.
If that had been his intention, he would have done it long ago. He was not a man who hesitated when he truly wanted destruction.
And that was never her real concern.
What haunted her was the why.
Why was Daniel so determined to destroy her father? Why was he targeting the Bennetts with such precision? And why had he not denied it when she confronted him?
That silence had spoken louder than any confession.
