Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 186

Now that Isabelle had said the words “birth father”, Rita didn’t need to ask to know what the results were from the other report.

Without a doubt, they were blood related.

At the end of the day… they were father and daughter.

Rita couldn’t help her curiosity towards this “birth father” of hers. “Isabelle, could you look up… what his name is?”

“Jackson Brooks Isabelle looked at her computer and answered honestly.

Jackson Brooks?!

Hearing the familiar name, Rita’s pupils shrank. Shock and confusion ran through her eyes. “What a coincidence – it’s him?”

“What, you know the man?” Isabelle asked curiously.

“Can’t really say I know him.” She’d only seen him once.

Three years ago, Liam had gotten in a serious accident when his car malfunctioned and collided with the car in front.

The accident had injured Liam’s skull and put him in a coma for days, while the female driver of the car he’d hit had died of her wounds.

And this Jackson Brooks… was that driver’s husband.

That day, when Rita had heard of Liam’s accident, she’d rushed to the hospital.

And chanced across Jackson, who’d been waiting outside the operating room.

Her memories were muddled, and she only remembered that he’d been an elegant, well-spoken man.

Was her birth father that man?

But if he was, then that made Liam the culprit behind her mother’s death…

Thinking of that, Rita’s expression started to grow ugly.

It… it couldn’t be that much of a coincidence. Maybe that man from three years ago just happened to have the same name.

Yes, that had to be it.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the unease in her heart and continued, “Isabelle, can you get your guy to dig up the dirt on Jackson Brooks? It’d be best if I could get photos and a way to communicate with him.”

“Sure, I’ll put him on it. Anything we dig up about him, I’ll send to your phone.”

“Thanks.”

“Quit being so polite with me,” Isabelle pouted at how she was being treated like a stranger.

It took Rita apologizing and promising she wouldn’t do it again for her to accept it.

After she hung up, Rita clutched the phone worriedly, afraid things would develop in the way she least wanted them to.

Because she’d been thinking about the call, she didn’t notice that Liam had walked up behind her.

A pair of large hands embraced her from behind, and a distracted Rita jumped.

Seeing the girl’s shocked little gesture, Liam’s dark brow furrowed. “What are you pondering so intently?”

“Nothing, just some small trouble at work.” Rita turned around and shook her head. Before she was certain if there was a blood connection between Jackson and her, she didn’t want to declare anything. “What would you like for breakfast, porridge or sandwiches?”

“Neither,” Liam frowned.

Rita started, then teased, “Well, then, Mr. Wilson, what would you like?”

“I want to eat…”

“What do you want to eat?”

Liam stopped talking all of a sudden, and Rita blinked dubiously.

Then Liam lowered his head, his handsome face slowly approaching.

Their already close distance drew even closer in that instant, close enough for her to feel the subtleties of his warm breath, close enough for his lips to cover hers.

Her hammering heart thudded twice and lost its rhythm.