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He kept asking Daisy for help and trying to break free from the police, but it was a futile effort. A wave of resentment surged in his heart. After all, he was so close to victory. "Ms. Reid, are you sure this body belongs to your husband? We'll be sending it to the morgue if it is." "I-I'm sure," Daisy uttered with much difficulty before spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing.

Daisy had no respect for a man as useless and short-sighted as Gilbert. "Shut it! You b*tch! I'm going to kill you!" Furious, Gilbert gathered his true energy in his palm, desperate to tear Daisy apart. "You don't get to kill me! Now that Harold's dead, I don't plan on living on my own!" Daisy said and narrowed her eyes viciously, before pulling out a dagger, "Harold, wait for me. I'm coming with you." She gave Harold one last lingering glance, before stabbing herself in the chest.

Maybe she is sorry. And then she drops the bomb, the Duke bomb. I can’t see her or the council, but I hear the audible gasp in the room as Duke, a member of the council, a member that was found dead by means of sucide for his guilt, is called out on his participation in an act of revenge. And where was Daisy when Duke ended his life, because I’m sure if she knew he was dead she wouldn’t have brought him into the conversation in such a tactless way and if she does know, she’s obviously stupider than I initially thought she was.

Until finally a smile was etched on her face. “Ah, well, there’s no point in arguing with you guys. I’ve lost Payton that’s okay. There are still two other rich men after me. If you want to take care of Edmund, just take him. A vegetative man like him will surely die soon,” Daisy sneered, then turned around. “Mommy! Watch your words!” Catherine cried then clutched her stomach suddenly. Again, she felt a cramp in her stomach. Her forehead was sweating again like before. Chad, who was beside her, panicked, while Daisy just looked at her daughter without doing anything.

“What’s going on? Aunt Cora, is that really you?” Daisy didn’t answer her son's questions. She pushed the door open fully, stepping inside with confidence but looking like she’d been punched in the chest. Her gaze swept over me, and noticing that I was alive, breathing, in a soft sweater and socks instead of ashes and bones. “You’re alive,” she breathed. “You’re actually alive.” “I— I can explain—” “You faked your death?” she cut in, her voice rising. “You faked your death and didn’t tell me?”

On reaching inside the room I met Daisy on the bathroom floor. Not crying. That was the first thing I noticed, the absence of it. Daisy sat on the tiles with her back against the bathtub and her knees pulled up and the bracelet her parents had given her before they died in her open palm and she was not crying. She was just sitting. Looking at the thing in her hand with the expression she wore when she was thinking something through and had not finished yet.

Not giving Dahlia any chance to speak or react in time. “Wait, big sis! This could be a trap!”. Dahlia yelled out, but since Daisy was too stubborn to listen to her– she also went after Daisy. Andrew on the other hand saw that the two ladies might confront danger, so he ran after them to protect them just in case. Daisy eventually arrived at the silver gate. She opened it and went outside bravely. Surprisingly, she saw that 6 of the strikers were already down. And when she was still trying to process what happened, the last striker pointed his gun at her and immediately shot her.

He also heard the slight weariness in his mummy's voice. "It's all right. It's just that it's uncomfortably hot here." Daisy buried herself deep in the chair. Mark didn't wake her up on the way, so she didn't wake up until they had reached the destination. When she opened her eyes, she saw the beautiful sunset. Then she was busy with the arrangement of the entourage and worked with the local force leaders to discuss the following arrangement and then had dinner. She was really tired after doing a series of things. She usually would not feel so tired no matter how much work she had done. It seemed that the man still had such a great impact on her. She thought that she would not be so affected

Before she could react, Daisy turned to her and smiled. "I was lucky," she whispered, "to be your friend." After saying that, she shoved Eve back. Eve’s world tilted. Her body went weightless, she was falling. The last thing she saw was the car slamming into Daisy. The last thing she heard was her own scream, and as she crashed into the icy waters below, arms wrapped around her stomach, she could only whisper, “I’m sorry.” *** Meanwhile, the Next Morning at Theodore’s Home Theodore walked down the hallway, his fingers tightening around the sketch in his hand.

"How did you know? Is the police involved? Are they investigating the cause of his death? Will they find out that he.... that he....." Bridget drew Daisy to her bosom and held her tenderly while she sobbed. "It was an accident Daisy. He had an accident. He was drunk and his car sped off the highway. They won't dig out the case file. Brett made sure of that when you opened up to him about it." Hearing that, she sighed, relieved. She cleaned her eyes and went to the fridge. Taking a bottle of Cola, she opened it and pushed half the contents of the bottle down her throat.