My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 191

**Chapter 191: Gratitude**

As Bryan stood there, the weight of the moment bore down on him, and tears brimmed in his eyes, shimmering like droplets of hope.

Oriana, feeling the gravity of the situation, pressed her lips together, her heart racing with a mix of emotions.

In the past, it had only been Barry who had displayed such peculiar behavior, but she had brushed it off, attributing it to his own confusion. His words had often danced around the truth, leaving her uncertain and wary.

Yet now, as she looked into Bryan’s eyes—so strikingly reminiscent of Barry’s—she was met with a warmth that resonated deep within her. It was a longing, an excitement, a profound respect that made Oriana’s heart flutter. In that moment, something clicked into place, and she felt a surge of understanding wash over her.

Her voice dropped to a whisper, thick with emotion, as she spoke, “Niall is my late father.”

Barry, who had been piecing together the puzzle in his mind, wasn’t entirely taken aback by her revelation.

“I had a hunch,” he said, his brow furrowing in thought. “Your features, they carry Niall’s essence in them. But your eyes—they’re a mirror of his! I knew I wasn’t mistaken!”

Tears that had threatened to spill finally broke free, cascading down Bryan’s cheeks, a release of pent-up sorrow and joy that he could no longer contain.

Zachary, sensing the need for privacy, quietly slipped out of the room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving Oriana and Bryan in a sacred space of shared memories and emotions.

Bryan stepped closer, his presence heavy with a long-suppressed mixture of grief and relief. “Oriana, after all these years, we finally have news of you. I’m so sorry for all the pain you’ve endured!”

Oriana’s heart raced, her mind reeling. “You’ve been searching for me all this time?”

“Yes,” Bryan replied, his voice thick with emotion.

He inhaled deeply, the memories flooding back. “After Niall made his brave sacrifice, we rushed to his hometown to pay our respects to his wife. At that time, you were just a newborn, so fragile you hadn’t even begun to teethe. We offered our help, but she turned us away, refusing to accept anything from us. We couldn’t force her, and soon after, we were reassigned to different units. Some of us even retired.”

He paused, his gaze distant, as if lost in the past. “When we learned of her passing, it struck us hard. We couldn’t shake the thought of you, all alone in the world. Each of us old comrades wanted to find you, to ensure that if you ever faced trouble, we could still stand by your side and protect you.”

“But fate had other plans,” he continued, his voice heavy with regret. “When we began our search, we discovered that the Oriana we had known wasn’t Niall’s biological daughter. She was a girl from a wealthy Seabar family who had somehow found her way there. They took her back, leaving Niall’s real daughter lost to us.”

Bryan’s brow furrowed as he looked at Oriana. “Oriana, how did you come to know that Niall was your father?”

Wiping his tears, Bryan glanced at Barry, who stood nearby, still as a statue. With a teasing tone, he said, “Barry, look at you! You’ve finally become useful!”

Then, turning back to Oriana, his eyes sparkling with warmth, he asked, “Oriana, would you mind if I took a photo of you? I want to share it with our comrades so everyone can see—we’ve found the daughter of our brave teammate!”

Oriana’s heart swelled at their sincerity, these men who had fought alongside her father without ever having met her. She nodded, feeling a sense of belonging wash over her.

“Okay.”

“Perfect! Don’t be nervous. Just stand still, and I’ll snap a quick shot.”

With a soft click, Bryan captured the moment, sending the photo to the group without hesitation.

Words were unnecessary; the comrades responded instantly, their excitement palpable.

“Wow, has delivering for a day made my eyes worse?!”