"Is that a threat?" I asked, pulling my arm free from my father's grip.
"It's advice," he replied coldly. "Take it or leave it."
"I'll leave it," I said firmly, turning away from him and walking toward the elevator.
My hands were shaking as I pressed the down button. The confrontation had shaken me more than I wanted to admit, but it had also confirmed something important: my father was hiding something big enough to threaten his own daughter over.
When I reached the parking garage, Axel was leaning against the car, checking his phone. He looked up as I approached, his expression immediately concerned.
"How is she?" he asked.
"Still unconscious," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I couldn't stay long. Visiting hours, you know."
I didn't mention the confrontation with my father. Not yet. I needed time to process what had just happened and figure out my next move.
"Ready to head home?" Axel asked, opening the passenger door for me.
