Third person's POV
Daphne hung up, and all her anxiety was replaced by glee!
Derek finally agreed to marry her!
It was what she'd been yearning for for so long.
She shook off her gloom. After changing her clothes and putting on some makeup, she decided to go out.
Just as she was stepping out, her phone rang, and she whined sweetly, "I did what you asked me to do. She'll die soon. Can I leave tomorrow? I have an important appointment later."
"No! Don't forget that your blood matches hers. If anyone finds out, she may be saved. I'll send someone to pick you up. Hide for three days, and she'll be done for! I promise!"
Daphne felt a bit annoyed. "Fine. I'll leave after the meal."
After that, she ended the call, thinking that staying for a while longer would be fine.
Sitting in the car
