Daisy froze. Where had that voice come from? She didn't think she'd said anything.
How had a perfectly good ghost story, a suicidal adventure by several young men and women, suddenly produced some random dad? This was a ghost story, not Hurricane Rescue!
Jean was stunned as well. She hadn't realized the problem; she only felt that the line didn't quite fit the overall flow of the story!
Did people call for their dad when they encountered ghosts?
The eerie atmosphere faded, and in the next instant, Jean regained some ability to think.
As a Phoenix host, she was the first to discover the problem.
The voice had come from their tightly clasped hands. This time, their grip wasn't forming the White Phoenix—it had subconsciously linked to Phoenix Space.
Someone was asking them for help through Phoenix Space. Who could it be?
"Rachel?! Something happened to Rachel!" Jean was startled by the answer.
Daisy cast the ghost story aside and reached the same conclusion as Jean. Through some vague connection, she knew the plea for help had been directed at her. These days, there was probably only one person who could call her Dad, right?...
She suddenly looked up to find Jean staring at her anxiously. "Didn't you say Rachel was fine? You said so yourself."
Daisy looked blank. "I thought she seemed fine before..."
Jean was furious. "You thought? You can't even protect your own child! You let her get bullied, and this is how you act as a dad? Are you even a man?! You're driving me crazy!!—"
Seeing Daisy's muddled, slightly bewildered expression, Jean's anger flared. She leaped up and kicked her off the bed.
This woman flirted with her whenever she had nothing better to do! She flirted until Jean got pregnant, Jean entrusted the child