Chapter 214

“Sweet-talk won’t work?” “Then let’s just kidnap her!” Richard Grant’s face was cold and sharp as ice. Margaret Lane froze for a second, turning instinctively to look at her husband—he felt like a stranger in that moment. “Hurry up and make the call, Dad!” Daphne cut in, unfazed. She wouldn’t even bat an eye if Vivian died—Vivian stood in her way, simple as that. “Fine. I’ll handle it. You focus on keeping the Knight family in check. Once I’ve taken care of this, just follow my lead.” Richard took a long drag of his cigarette and then crushed the butt forcefully into the ashtray. “Got it. Thanks, Dad!” Daphne gave her father a quick hug, looking happier than she had in a long time. She hadn’t been back to the Grant house in ages. She used to think her birth parents were just dead weight. Who would've thought—her dad’s still the only real help she’s got. Maybe she should show up here more often. If she kept acting distant, next time she needed them, they might just shrug her off. After