“I was so scared… What happened after that?” Daisy Dale stared at her, heart pounding cold with fear.
“Honestly, this was your mess to begin with. You accidentally knocked over his stuff—then just blurted out ‘what a piece of junk’ or whatever. Maybe you didn’t mean anything by it, but he got upset. All he wanted was an apology. I told you to calm down, pick it up, and just say sorry. But you didn’t like his tone, so you refused. Then, when things got heated, you shoved me in front of you. Do you even realize? For a second there, I thought I was going to die.”
Daisy’s voice cracked, and as she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks.
Catherine Blair bit her lip, shrinking under every word. Her face turned ghostly pale. “I didn’t mean to, Daisy, I swear. Please don’t be mad. Haven’t I always been good to you? I just… I was so scared this time.”
“Oh, so being scared means you can just throw me under the bus?” Daisy’s eyes were icy, her voice raw with anger and hurt.
She’d always thought of Catherine as her best, dearest friend.
Whatever Catherine wanted, Daisy supported her. Anytime something good happened, Daisy made sure to include her.
Even just now, terrified as she was, Daisy never thought to abandon Catherine.
She never imagined that in the worst moment, Catherine would push her forward as a human shield.
Just a little more, and she might not have survived.
That suffocating, near-death feeling was something she’d never forget.
“I really didn’t mean it,” Catherine sobbed, staring at Daisy with desperate, pleading eyes. “Please, Daisy, forgive me. I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll do anything you want, just please forgive me.”
“Next time—if anything like this ever happens again—I swear I’ll step in front of you. No matter how scared I am, I’ll protect you.”
“Just go,” Daisy choked out, glaring. “I never want to see you again.”
Catherine’s lips were white from biting down so hard. People around them had started to watch, drawn by the commotion.
She could hear the whispers—people judging, mocking.
Her fingers dug into her palm. She couldn’t stand it another second. She glanced Daisy’s way, but as her eyes landed on Olivia Bennett’s rounded belly, she froze for a split second.
Shock flickered in her eyes, but the noise around her snapped her back. She quickly masked her expression and forced a gentle, apologetic tone as she said to Daisy, “You’re upset right now, you don’t want to see me. I’ll come find you later.”
And yet, just now, if Adelina hadn’t stepped in, Daisy might not be alive.
Life was full of ironies.
The friend she loved and trusted most, Catherine, had thrown her to the wolves when things got ugly.
But the person she’d disliked most, Adelina, was the one who saved her life.
Daisy lowered her eyes and shook her head. “I’m okay.”
“Good,” Adelina replied coolly. They were never close, and she knew Daisy didn’t like her. But this was about life and death—she couldn’t just stand by.
Now that it was over, Adelina had no plans to stick around and play nice. She turned to Olivia. “Ready to go?”
Olivia nodded.
Daisy hesitated, then instinctively reached out and grabbed Olivia’s arm.

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