🔥 PART 2 — DAISY PRESSED THE ʙuттON. JULIAN EXPECTED THE BRACE TO LOCK. INSTEAD, SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE ACTIVATED.

A sharp electronic tone echoed through the H๏τel lobby.

Julian froze.

The computerized brace vibrated against his leg.

“What’s happening?” Mark shouted.

Clara rushed toward Daisy.

“Move away from him!”

But Julian raised one hand.

“Wait.”

The brace wasn’t locking.

It was scanning.

A small indicator on the side began blinking.

Julian stared at it.

“That shouldn’t be happening.”

Mark stepped closer.

“Sir?”

Julian looked down at Daisy.

The little girl wasn’t frightened.

She was staring at the brace as though she recognized it.

Then the device made another sound.

ACCESS CONFIRMED.

Julian’s blood ran cold.

“Access?”

Mark looked confused.

“This system doesn’t have an access function.”

Julian slowly turned toward him.

“Exactly.”

Clara grabbed Daisy and pulled her back.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Vance. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

Julian didn’t answer.

His eyes remained fixed on the brace.

A small compartment on the side suddenly opened.

Inside was a tiny encrypted memory module.

Julian stared at it.

He had never seen it before.

“Where did that come from?”

Mark immediately looked toward the H๏τel security cameras.

“Sir…”

Julian followed his gaze.

Someone had been watching them.

A man in a dark coat stood near the lobby entrance.

The moment Julian looked at him, he turned and walked away.

“Stop him!”

Security rushed toward the doors.

The man disappeared into the crowd.

Julian looked at Clara.

“Who is the girl?”

Clara’s expression changed.

“Daisy?”

“Yes.”

“She’s my daughter.”

Julian looked at the little girl again.

Daisy was still staring at his bionic brace.

Then she quietly said:

“Mommy said that ʙuттon would find Daddy.”

Julian went completely still.

Clara’s face turned pale.

“Daisy…”

Julian looked at her.

“Who is her father?”

Clara didn’t answer.

Mark stepped forward.

“Mr. Vance, we should leave.”

Julian shook his head.

“No.”

He looked at Daisy.

Then at Clara.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Daisy suddenly pointed toward the H๏τel entrance.

“That man knows.”

Julian turned.

The man in the dark coat was gone.

But something had been left behind.

A small envelope.

Julian picked it up.

His name was written across the front.

JULIAN VANCE.

Inside was a pH๏τograph.

Julian stared at it.

It showed the wrecked car from three months earlier.

But there was something in the background that made his stomach drop.

Clara was standing beside the vehicle.

Holding baby Daisy.

And the pH๏τograph had been taken minutes before the crash.

Julian looked at Clara.

“You were there?”

Tears filled her eyes.

“I didn’t cause the accident.”

“Then why were you there?”

She lowered her head.

“Because someone told me you were going to be killed.”

Julian stared at her.

“Who?”

Clara finally looked up.

And whispered:

“Your own brother.”

Julian’s face hardened.

Because suddenly, the suspicious crash three months earlier didn’t look like an accident at all.

And Daisy hadn’t randomly pressed the ʙuттon.

Someone had designed that bionic brace to reveal the truth—if the right person ever touched it.