Chapter 264: Avenging Dad
As the car drove away into the distance, Caroline, having cried herself out, rested for a bit before she started driving again. Red-eyed and swollen-faced, she entered the house and went straight to her room, keeping her head down to avoid Sophia's gaze.
"Were you not at the birthday party? How come you're back so soon?" Sophia asked with curiosity.
"The party was dreadfully boring. Sleeping seemed like a much better option," Caroline said, feigning a yawn as she entered her room, making sure to not let Sophia see that she had been crying.
Sophia had enough on her plate and didn't want to add to her worries.
At the Watson family mansion, the assistant, Marlow Kurtz, helped his boss, Nicholas, into the room and then went out to find Daisy.
"Where's the first-aid kit?" he asked.
Daisy pointed to a cabinet. "It's in the second cabinet. Is my brother Nicholas hurt? Is he okay?"
Daisy kept pressing. "Who caused my brother Nicholas to get hurt?"
Marlow Kurtz, who managed to find the first-aid kit, was furious. He couldn't understand why Nicholas wouldn't let him intervene.
He was Nicholas's right-hand assistant and head of his personal security team. He constantly shadowed Nicholas, ensuring his safety and catering to his needs due to his disability.
Nicholas had a temperamental disposition, and he detested it when anyone referred to his disability. That woman had done more than insult him, saying he deserved his disability for being heartless. She had slapped him and even kicked him.
Marlow Kurtz, who had a checkered past, found hope in life after Nicholas gave him a chance upon his release. Nicholas had trained him and offered him a new start. To Marlow Kurtz, Nicholas was not only a superior but also his benefactor. Therefore, he was unconditionally dedicated to protecting Nicholas, ready to ruthlessly retaliate against anyone who harmed him.
But this time, Nicholas had stopped him!
"A woman with the surname Bennett kicked the boss's leg."
After venting his frustration, Marlow Kurtz carried the first-aid kit inside.
Daisy wanted to follow, but the door that Marlow Kurtz shut almost hit her in the face.
She quickly stepped back two steps, biting her lip.
Without Nicholas's permission, no one could enter his room. Not daring to barge in, she stood by the door, waiting.
The spot where Caroline had kicked Nicholas was already swollen. Marlow Kurtz was treating it, but Nicholas didn't show any sign of pain, his expression unreadable.
"Boss, do you want me to take care of your face?" Marlow Kurtz asked.
"No need."
"I'll arrange for someone to teach that woman a lesson," Marlow Kurtz said, his anger still unvented, and his agitated aura had no outlet.
Nicholas's cold gaze met his. "You try touching her!"
Marlow Kurtz jolted. The boss was supposed to dislike that woman, so why was he defending her?
"I will handle this myself. You stay out of it."
"Yes, boss," Marlow Kurtz replied.
After ensuring that Nicholas was comfortably lying down, Marlow Kurtz left the room.
As soon as he emerged, Daisy approached him worriedly. "How is my brother Nicholas? Is it serious?"
Marlow Kurtz simply couldn't understand why his boss didn't appreciate Miss March. She was so kind, always looking after the boss, and came from a good family. Not to mention, she was beautiful and had given the boss a lovely daughter. What more could a man want?
"Just a little bruise, nothing serious, Miss March, don't worry," he reassured her.
The boss was adamant that they not refer to Daisy as "Mrs."
Daisy breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Are you heading back, Kurtz? I can have a guest room prepared for you to stay the night. Otherwise, you'll have to come back in the morning to pick up Nicholas."
See how considerate Miss March was? The boss really didn't know how lucky he was.
"No problem, it's my job. I'll be off now. Goodbye, Miss March."
"Alright then, goodbye. Be careful on the road."
As Marlow Kurtz left, Daisy's smile vanished, replaced by a look of distaste.
Just a lackey, she thought. If it weren't for Nicholas's trust in him, treating him like a confidante, she wouldn't give him the time of day.
The next day, Nicholas made a rare appearance in the dining room. Daisy, aware that Nicholas hadn't left yet, instructed the servants to wake her early to put on a show of having breakfast with Josie.
When Nicholas entered, Daisy was gently wiping Josie’s mouth, speaking in a tender voice, "Didn't I tell you to be careful drinking your milk? You need to take your time, what if you choke?"
Josie shivered; her mother was like this again, which surely meant her father was home.
Her mother was only gentle with her when her father was around.
A servant wheeled Nicholas in.
"Good morning, Nicholas," Daisy greeted him with a radiant smile.
"Daddy," Josie's heart raced. She hadn't seen her father in so long.
She longed to be close to her father but also feared him.
"Nicholas, how is your leg feeling?" Daisy asked with concern. "Did you hurt your face too?"
She was surprised and worried.
The marks on his face had faded somewhat, but were still visible.
Nicholas ignored her, leaving Daisy feeling a bit awkward. Yet, she was thick-skinned and used to his coldness. She remained warm and attentive, heating up milk for him and peeling a boiled egg.
Daddy was hurt?
Josie was very worried about her father but didn't dare say anything. She made her breakfast movements even gentler, more elegant.
Her mother had said that her father liked quiet, that she couldn't make noise while eating, or else her father would be displeased.
Nicholas noticed his daughter's graceful and careful movements, his brow furrowed briefly before he relaxed it again.
"How have you been doing in kindergarten lately?" he asked.
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