Kayla's POV

Since the day Harrison coldly left me behind, I haven't been able to exchange a single word with him in the following days.

Even when we occasionally crossed paths in the mansion, Harrison would pass by me with an expressionless face, as if I were just a ghost lingering under the eaves.

Even Daisy sensed that something was wrong.

One day, she approached me with a face full of concern, her tone heavy with sadness.

"Mom, did you and Dad have a fight?" I gently stroked Daisy's little head. Knowing that my daughter was sensitive, I chose not to hide anything and admitted it openly.

"Yes, sweetheart. Mom...