It wasn't that Millicent thought Bayleigh was wrong. But what good would it do to go after her father? He was a pureblood, and useful enough to the Death Eaters that killing him might be taken the wrong way. The last thing she wanted to do was turn on the Dark Lord, on her cause, on the Death Eaters, who were more her family than her father had ever been.
"I don't want anything to do with him," she said. She probably should have sat down, but she started pacing heavily in her boots instead, hands stuffed into her pockets. "I just don't want her to be there. I want her to be someone else. Not my mother."