Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

“Agreed,” Rocco said, though his voice carried a hint of haste that made me wary.

I narrowed my eyes, scanning for any sign of deceit—a hidden clause, a trap lurking beneath his words. When nothing obvious presented itself, I turned away and walked back toward Andy, my mind racing.

“He says Ian Morrison might be able to help my dad,” I whispered, cautious but hopeful. “I know this could be some kind of trick, but—”

Andy cut me off gently, his expression softening with understanding. “But you can’t ignore even the smallest chance, can you?”

“I need to at least hear what Ian has to say,” I replied firmly, though my trust in Rocco was fragile at best. “None of this adds up, and I don’t believe Rocco for a second.”

Andy frowned deeply. “It could be a trap designed to keep you here.”

“I’m aware,” I admitted, the weight of my doubts pressing down on me. “But this is about my father. I’ve spent three years searching for Ian without a single lead. If Rocco truly knows how to reach him…”

“Then we stay,” Andy said decisively. “All of us. We’ll watch your back.”

A wave of relief swept over me at his unwavering support. Gratefully, I squeezed his arm before turning once more to face Rocco.

“We’ll come back to the house,” I declared, voice steady. “But only until I’ve spoken with Ian and figured out if he can really help my father.”

Once inside, we gathered in the formal living room. My ankle throbbed sharply, but I refused to sit. Standing gave me a sliver of control, a readiness I desperately needed.

“Call Ian,” I demanded, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I want to speak with him now.”

Rocco nodded toward Dominic, who swiftly set up a secure video call on a large screen. After a moment of static, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes appeared on the screen.

“Rocco,” the man greeted warmly, but his eyes widened as they landed on me.

“Ian Morrison,” I said, stepping forward. “You probably don’t remember me, but I’ve been trying to reach you for years about my father, Derek Silverstone.”

“Of course I remember,” Ian replied, leaning closer to the screen. “I received your messages, but by then I was… unavailable. I’m sorry.”

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