A Wealthy Heir Beat My Eight-Year-Old Daughter and Smashed Her Phone—Then She Whispered, “Daddy, It Recorded Everything”
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Chapter 25 - I reduce her security detail
After the attack, I overcorrected.
Two guards at school pickup.
Vehicle ahead.
Vehicle behind.
Location tracker.
Constant check-ins.
Lily hated it.
One afternoon she said:
“Daddy, I look kidnapped by my own people.”
I laughed.
Then realized she was serious.
Her therapist asked:
“Is the security reducing risk proportionally, or reducing your anxiety?”
That hurt.
We adjusted.
Professional.
Discreet.
Age-appropriate.
One pickup vehicle.
Emergency capability.
No wall of men around an eight-year-old.
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Protection should make life larger.
Not smaller.
