"She’s stubborn and won’t behave.
So what if I lock her up for two days? Do you feel bad?"
Sandy looked cold.
Brandon frowned.
"She’s your daughter."
She stopped what she was doing and looked up.
"I'm doing this because she’s my daughter.She doesn’t respect me."
Brandon wanted to say something, but the housekeeper walked over anxiously, "Ma’am, Ms.Vanderbilt
is here."
Sandy paused, then laughed.
"I guess the Goldmann princess is worried about my daughter.Let her in."
Before the housekeeper could invite her, Daisie had already walked in.
"Where’s Freyja?"
She left her manners at the door.
Sandy looked at her.
"Ms.Vanderbilt, Fey isn’t feeling well and is resting.I don’t think she should be entertaining guests."
She slowly got up.
"Have you had lunch? I’ll get them to prepare something—"
"I'm not here for lunch."
Daisie went straight to the point.
"You locked up Freyja, didn't you?"
Sandy’s expression froze while she looked toward the maids standing at the side.
They didn’t look up, "She’s my daughter.So what if I lock her up for a few days when she misbehaves?
"Ms.Vanderbilt, even if you’re a Goldmann, this is my home, and Freyja is my daughter.You’re
trespassing, so I hope you act smart."
Sandy had heard from her son that even though she was a Goldmann, she wasn’t as ruthless as Lara
and was easier to speak to.
They wanted to use her because she looked weak and gullible, so it would be easy for them to control
her.
"Report me then."
Sandy’s face dropped, "What?"
"Even if you’re Freyja’s mother, locking people up is illegal too.Go ahead and make your report.I’ll even
make the call for you."
Daisie waved her phone around.
"You say that I’ve locked Freyja up.What evidence do you have?"
"Here's the evidence."
Colton stepped into the living room while the bodyguard behind him helped Freyja, who was barely
breathing out.She couldn’t seem to stand on her own.
Daisie was shocked upon seeing her in that state.
"Freyja!"
Sandy’s face turned pale.
Daisie ran to Freyja and raised her hand but was hesitant about touching her.Her clean clothes were
covered in blood spots and had turned yellow.
The wounds on her skin had pus.
With her remaining energy, she said, "I’m fine—"
But she lost consciousness right after saying that.
Colton looked at the bodyguard.
"Send her to the hospital, swiftly."
"How dare you—"
Before Sandy could finish, Daisie picked up the vase on the table and threw it at her.
The vase broke into a million pieces at her feet.She looked pale as a corpse while Brandon tried to
protect her.
Even Colton’s bodyguards looked at Daisie in shock.
"You’re animals!"
Daisie yelled, "How could you call Freyja your daughter? Having you as a mother is the worst thing to
happen to her.She doesn’t have to live by your ideology.You gave her life, but she should have control
over her own life.You have no right to interfere nor kidnap her as her mother."
Sandy’s face was pale, but she wanted to get some dignity back.
"Are all Goldmanns crazy!?"
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