Do You Dare To Pull The Trigger?**Daisy's POV**

From the moment my father walked in, I knew this matter wouldn't end so easily.

However, I had prepared in advance.

I pressed the shortcut key on my phone, and the message I had edited earlier was sent out.

The church I had chosen was very close to the police station.

But I hadn't expected him to be so unscrupulous.

Even at such an important moment, he still wanted to seize the shares from me without any regard for the consequences. But that was impossible—I would never give him the shares that belonged to Grandpa and Mom.

Yet he seemed to think I was afraid, and he actually began smashing up the church I had carefully arranged.

Some of the guests who had come to pay their respects tried to leave, but he forcibly blocked them at the entrance.

"Today, none of you can leave. You will all serve as witnesses to our transfer of shares."

The faces of those forced to stay looked far from pleased.

But none of them dared to resist, because not only I, but everyone present could see the guns in their hands.

I spoke loudly to reassure everyone, "Please remain calm. This matter will be resolved shortly."

A red dot suddenly appeared on my forehead. George held a gun in his hand, and the dangerous smile on his face never faded.

"Daisy, I advise you to behave and hand over the shares to me..."

My heart turned cold. He had completely lost his mind!

But did he really think this would make me fear him?

My eyes calmly swept across the hall, which had already been smashed into complete chaos, and a wave of sorrow washed over my heart.

No wonder Grandpa had once told me he regretted having a son like my father.

He was utterly despicable—he was a bastard!

I knew that if I didn't take action at Grandpa's funeral, he would only become more aggressive in the future.

This man who had once driven my mother to her death was now threatening to kill me in front of so many people.

He couldn't possibly think I was still that naive, innocent girl from before, could he?

I walked coldly toward him, each step firm and resolute. "Father, do you dare to kill me?"

Ella, standing beside him, immediately chimed in, "Kill her! As long as you kill her, we can inherit all the shares."

Her face showed barely concealed excitement, but her behavior only filled me with mockery.

No wonder my not-so-intelligent father dared to brazenly bring mercenaries to storm a funeral.

Turned out there was an even more brainless fool here egging him on.

I took two more steps forward, letting the gun in his hand press against my head, my tone contemptuous. "Father, do you dare to pull the trigger?"

I knew he didn't dare. His eyes were filled with fear.

His hand trembled—he could barely hold the gun anymore, and his feet were retreating backward.

When the mercenaries saw their employer being threatened, they immediately stepped forward and restrained me with my arms twisted behind my back.

The arms they gripped sent waves of dense, stabbing pain through me.

My father, who had been somewhat panicked, gradually calmed down. He smiled and lightly tapped my face with the front of his pistol.

"Weren't you so arrogant? Now, who do you think should be afraid?"

I raised my eyes to look at him, mockery in my gaze. "Father, naturally I'm not afraid. Isn't the one who's afraid you?"

He seemed to be enraged by my behavior and raised the gun in his hand, aiming it at my temple.

"You think I don't dare?"

I seized the moment, twisted my head forcefully, knocked the gun from my father's hand, and bit down hard on the arm of the mercenary restraining me.

He cursed loudly, "Fuck! Fuck!"

I took advantage of his recoiling hand to break free from his grip.

And it was at this moment that my cowardly and hypocritical father frantically picked up the gun from the ground and fired at me.

I let myself roll on the ground, barely dodging the flying bullet.

The bullet grazed my shoulder rapidly, bringing a sharp, burning pain to my arm.

"Everyone, hands up! Don't move!"

A large group of police officers burst in, and my heart relaxed at that instant.

A female officer helped me up from the ground. "Miss Daisy, thank God you're all right."

I showed a weak smile. "No, I should thank you for arriving in time. Otherwise, I might have been... killed by my own biological father."

All the mercenaries, along with my father, were taken to police cars.

My father sat in the police car, staring at me viciously. I wasn't intimidated by his gaze in the slightest.

In fact, I even felt exhilarated. If he hadn't delivered himself to me, I really would have had no way to send him in.

I knew this was just temporary. Given his capabilities, he would get out sooner or later.

But I didn't care, because at least in this moment, I felt satisfaction.

When he drove my mother to her death years ago, made Ella my stepmother, and turned a blind eye to Ella's abuse of me—

I knew then that sooner or later, I would make him pay for everything he had done.

The kind female officer who had helped me earlier comforted me with a few words and reminded me, "After you finish here, please remember to come to the police station to give your statement."

I nodded slightly. "All right, I'll come over."

After seeing them off, I had people redecorate the church according to my backup plan.

The backup plan I had prepared took them only a few minutes to restore the church to its original state.

Mr. William, who had remained silent throughout, looked at me with a face full of relief.

"Good child, I knew I wasn't wrong about you. You're truly excellent."

Being suddenly praised like this, I actually felt more than anything unaccustomed to it.

Mr. William was really, truly kind. On the night Grandpa passed away, he was the first person to call me.

On that night when I was on the verge of collapse, it was this old gentleman's gentle words that repeatedly soothed the fear in my heart. He even offered to come help.

How could I possibly let an elderly person come to help? Naturally, I refused, but he still came early.

And the first thing he said when we met was to apologize to me—he wanted to apologize for his grandson's rude behavior.

The reason was that his grandson was busy with work matters and couldn't make it to the scene.

I nodded to show my understanding.

"Child, why don't you move in and live with Charlie?"

I was about to open my mouth to refuse when Mr. William's warm hand patted the back of mine. "Please don't refuse me. When your grandpa was alive, I promised him I would take care of you."

"Besides, you and Charlie are husband and wife now. If you live together and something happens, he can protect you, can't he?"

I thought seriously for a moment, then finally nodded. "All right, I'll follow your arrangement."

Getting my affirmative answer, Mr. William's face immediately broke into a smile. He reached out and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry, with Charlie there, something like what happened today will absolutely never happen again."

My face wore a proper smile, but I didn't quite agree with Mr. William's words.

If he had truly been present today, would he have stepped forward to protect me?