Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Just as Dad was about to press us with more questions, Ian appeared quietly in the doorway, breaking the tension.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Ian said with a calm politeness, “but I need to check Mr. Silverstone’s vitals and suggest some rest. We don’t want to push you too hard on your first full day back.”

Dad let out a tired sigh but nodded in agreement. “Doctors—always cutting in right when things get interesting,” he muttered, though the weariness etched into his face was unmistakable.

Feeling grateful for the distraction, I stepped forward. “Let me help you back to your room,” I offered gently.

As we walked down the softly lit hallway, Dad glanced at me with a faint smile. “I’d like us all to have dinner together tonight,” he said quietly. “A proper family dinner.”

“Absolutely,” I replied, steadying him as we reached his room and helped him settle onto the bed. Ian busied himself setting up his equipment nearby.

After a thorough check, Ian gave a reassuring nod. “Vitals look good, but rest is essential. Your brain is still healing and needs time to recover.”

Once Ian left, I carefully adjusted Dad’s pillows and draped a light blanket over him. Just as I was about to step away, he grasped my hand firmly—stronger than I expected.

“You’ve always made me proud, Kira,” he murmured, his voice soft and eyes already heavy with sleep. “Ever since you were a little girl.”

A lump formed in my throat, emotions swirling. “Thank you, Dad. You’ve always been my anchor.”

His grip relaxed as he slipped toward sleep, but before he fully drifted off, he whispered, “I wanted to protect that girl… but I failed her… Lyra needed help…”

My breath caught sharply. “Dad? What about Lyra?”

But his breathing had evened out, deep and steady. I stood frozen, staring at his peaceful face, haunted by his words. What had he meant? How had he failed Lyra? The urge to wake him, to demand answers, battled with the knowledge that his recovery had to come first.

Quietly, I slipped out and found Rocco waiting just outside in the hallway. His expression told me he had overheard everything.

“We need to talk,” I said softly, leading him toward the study where we could speak without interruptions.

From the kitchen, the distant clatter of staff preparing the dinner Dad had requested floated through the walls. I needed a moment to gather myself, to process the weight of this revelation.

“I have to check on the dinner arrangements,” I said coldly, turning toward the door.

“Kira—” Rocco began, but I cut him off with a sharp look.

“Not now. Dad wants a family dinner, and that’s what he’ll have. That’s all that matters right now.”

As evening settled over the house, I went to wake Dad. I found him already sitting by the window, gazing out at the garden with an intensity I hadn’t seen all day. When he turned to me, his eyes were clearer and more focused.

“Kira,” he said quietly, “I need to ask you something, and I want an honest answer.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What is it, Dad?”

He looked straight into my eyes. “Is everything alright between you and Rocco?”