Alexander’s POV

Daniel shifts uneasily before responding, "Daddy, Daisy... she had an accident in the kitchen. She tripped on a jar, and now everything is a mess."

My heart skips a beat, worry coursing through me like a jolt of electricity. "Is she hurt?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

Thankfully, Daniel reassures me, "No, Daddy, she's not hurt. But her clothes are all dirty now."

Without hesitation, I rise from my chair, the urgency in my movements clear as I inquire further, "Take me to her. Let's go to the kitchen."

Daniel nods, and we make our way swiftly through the office corridors toward the kitchen, where chaos awaits....