As the tension in the room thickened, the doctor quietly excused himself, slipping out without a word, leaving behind the storm about to break.
Theo's eyes sharpened the moment he recognized the old man. Kennedy. His jaw tightened as he instinctively moved closer to Daisy, shielding her with his presence. He bent down, his voice low against her ear. "I'll call security…"
But Daisy's grip shot up, clutching his hand with surprising strength. Her eyes, wide with fear and defiance, locked on his. She shook her head firmly, her voice trembling. "No. Don't go. Don't leave me…"
Seeing the way her eyes shook, Theo swallowed hard, his throat tight. "I won't leave," he murmured softly, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "I'll just call my people to come… okay?"
While the quiet exchange lingered between them, Old Man Kennedy made his way further inside. His cane tapped against the floor with each slow, calculated step before he lowered himself onto the sofa with practiced ease.
