Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Kira’s Perspective

The first pale rays of morning stretched gently across the horizon as I lingered just outside the guest quarters, my eyes scanning the driveway with a mixture of hope and suspicion. The restless night had left its mark on me—dark shadows clung beneath my eyes, and a stubborn tension gripped my shoulders, refusing to ease. Andy and Rebecca stood close by, their bodies taut and alert, fingers hovering near concealed weapons as if ready for anything.

“Is everyone set?” I asked, my voice steadier than I truly felt inside.

Andy gave a firm nod. “The car’s ready for a quick getaway if we need it.”

I shifted my weight carefully, trying not to aggravate the dull ache in my injured ankle. Across the way, by the main house’s grand entrance, Rocco was waiting alongside a slender man I assumed was Ian Morrison. The doctor clutched a sleek medical case, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed back, his expression serious but somehow gentle.

“We should take separate vehicles,” I said as Rebecca approached us. “I’m not getting in the same car as him.”

She nodded knowingly. “Already taken care of. Our SUV is right behind you.”

As we made our way toward the waiting vehicles, I studied Ian closely. So this was the man Rocco called a miracle worker—the one I had spent years searching for. He didn’t look extraordinary in any way—just a middle-aged man in an expensive suit carrying a medical bag. But if he truly possessed the skills to save my father…

A tight knot formed in my chest, swirling with conflicting emotions. The logical part of me screamed that this was a trap, some cruel trick. Why would Rocco suddenly produce the very person who might help my father? And why now, just as I was finally turning my back on all of this? The timing seemed too perfect, too deliberate.

Yet, deep down, I couldn’t completely dismiss the slim chance that this was genuine.

I thought of Dad, lying so still in that hospital bed, machines silently monitoring his unchanging vitals. His hand, cold and fragile, in mine as I promised I would find a way to bring him back.

That memory propelled me forward, forcing me to take one painful step after another.

“Good morning,” Ian greeted me with a slight bow. “I’m eager to examine your father.”

I gave a stiff nod. “Let’s skip the small talk. Show me what you can actually do.”

Rocco stepped forward, about to speak, but I cut him off. “I’ll ride with my team. We’ll follow you.”

His jaw tightened just a fraction, but he nodded in agreement. “Of course.”

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