The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 152-1

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Dad freezes. The tap continues to pour hot water over the porcelain, but his hands stop completely. The warmth in his posture vanishes, replaced by a sudden, heavy stillness.

Dad turns off the faucet and slowly dries his hands on a clean dish towel. He turns around, leaning back against the edge of the granite counter, his dark eyes fixed on me.

“She called you,” he says flatly.

“She did,” I say. “She was taking a break at a farm shop near her commune. We talked for about ten

minutes.”

Dad lets out a long, slow breath through his nose, his jaw tightening until the muscles along his cheeks stand out in sharp relief. He doesn’t look angry; he looks tired, carrying a weight that has clearly been settling into his bones for weeks now.

“How is she?” he asks.

“She’s fine,” I say. “Living her life out in the commune still. She drew some tarot cards while we were talking, so she’s her usual off-beat self. But… she asked about me, Dad. She asked about my health, and when I told her I was done with chemo, she was genuinely happy for me. She choked up.”

Dad shifts his weight, running a big, calloused hand over his trimmed gray beard. He looks away, staring out at the distant line of the mountains, his eyes shadowed with an old, deep regret.

“I kicked her to the curb, Zara,” Dad says softly. “That night she showed up here claiming that Locke was h er soulmate, I just reacted. She was threatening your relationship with him, stirring up toxic, delusional nonsense right when you were at your most vulnerable.”

He pauses, shaking his head, his knuckles white against the counter.

“I saw red,” Dad says. “I saw a woman threatening my daughter’s peace and happiness, and I threw her out to protect you. But ever since the second it happened, I’ve been regretting how I handled it. I was so caught up in shielding you, that I didn’t see a confused, lost woman who didn’t know up from down.”

“She isn’t angry at you, Dad.”

“Really?”

I

“Really. I mean, she’s… weird. She’s a complete hippie, and she views the world through this strange, cosmic lens that I don’t fully understand, but she’s a breath of fresh air. She’s naive, she’s hopeful, and honestly? She feels like someone who could be easily manipulated if the wrong person got close to her. But her heart isn’t malicious.”

Dad lets out a faint, quiet laugh. “A hippie. My daughter.”

“A total hippie.”

“Jesus Christ. I don’t even really know what to say to her. I know how to talk to brothers, I know how to talk to criminal-types, and I know how to talk to you. But a woman who studies flowers and reads tarot cards? I’m at sea.”

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Chapter 152.

“She wouldn’t care,” “I say firmly. “She’s open to it, Dad. She isn’t pushing, and she’s respecting my boundaries, but the line is open. I think she’s just waiting to see if you’ll ever look her way again.”

Dad turns his gaze back to me.

Clash

“I’ll find a way to get back to her,” Dad says, his voice taking on that solid, unshakeable weight that defines him. “Not today, and not through a quick text or a sloppy phone call. I need to do it right.”

“Agreed.”

“And it’ll be my way. On clean ground, where I can clear the air about Locke and look her in the eye. But I won’t leave it broken, Zara. I give you my word on that.”

“That’s all she needs, Dad,” I say. “Just give her a chance when the time is right.”

He nods slowly, walking back over to the table and resting his heavy hand over mine, giving it a firm squeeze. “I will.”

He turns back to the kitchen to finish up, scrubbing the heavy Dutch oven, drying the crystal glasses, and placing everything neatly onto the counter. He wipes down the island until the polished stone gleams under the pendant lights.

It’s methodical, almost therapeutic work for him, a man accustomed to running an empire, finding peace in the simple act of taking care of his daughter’s home. Once the kitchen is spotless, he walks back over to the table and sits down across from me again.

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