Chapter 7: The Man Who Knew My Father
I should have walked away.
Every logical thought in my mind told me to walk away.
The message was obviously a trap.
Adrian knew it.
Evelyn would know it.
Anyone with common sense would know it.
But common sense didn’t matter when someone offered you the one thing you had spent your entire life wanting.
A chance to meet the brother you thought was dead.
A chance to finally hear his voice.
A chance to ask why he left.
Even if it was dangerous.
Even if it was a lie.
I needed to know.
“I’m going.””
Adrian stared at me.
“No.””
The answer came instantly.
I looked at him.
“You don’t get to decide that.””
“I’m trying to keep you alive.””
“I spent twenty-eight years not knowing my own family existed.””
My voice shook.
“I’m done being protected.””
The café became quiet around us.
People were drinking coffee.
Laughing.
Talking about normal things.
And I was sitting across from a billionaire discussing a missing brother and a decades-old conspiracy.
Adrian leaned closer.
“Naomi, listen to me. The person who sent this message knows exactly how to manipulate you.””
“I know.””
“Then why?””
I looked down at my phone.
“Because if there’s even a one percent chance it’s Ethan…”
I stopped.
Because I couldn’t finish.
Adrian understood anyway.
His expression softened.
For a moment, he wasn’t a billionaire.
He was just someone who had also lost people.
“Your father said the same thing.””
I looked up.
“What?””
Adrian looked away.
“Ten years ago, when Daniel discovered Ethan might still be alive, everyone told him to stop searching.””
“And he didn’t.””
“No.””
A sad smile crossed Adrian’s face.
“He said the same thing you just said.””
I waited.
“If there was even a one percent chance…”
He paused.
“He had to try.””
My chest tightened.
I had spent my whole life believing my father was the person who abandoned me.
Now I was learning he was the person who refused to abandon anyone.
The location was an abandoned warehouse near the edge of the city.
The kind of place people forgot existed.
Rust covered the metal doors.
Broken windows reflected the gray afternoon sky.
The address had been sent with one instruction.
*Come alone.*
I ignored that instruction.
Adrian followed me.
Not close enough to be obvious.
But close enough.
I hated that I was grateful.
Before stepping inside, I looked at him.
“If this goes wrong—”
“It won’t.””
“You don’t know that.””
“No.””
He looked at the warehouse.
“But I know your father would have done the same thing.””
Those words stayed with me.
I walked inside.
The air smelled like dust and old machinery.
My footsteps echoed.
“Hello?””
Nothing.
I moved deeper.
The warehouse was empty.
For a moment, disappointment hit me.
Then I saw it.
A chair in the center of the room.
And on it…
a photograph.
My hands trembled before I even picked it up.
It was another picture of my family.
My mother.
My father.
Ethan.
And me.
But this time, I was older.
Maybe four years old.
Standing beside a boy who was smiling at me.
My brother.
On the back of the photograph was a message.
*“You don’t remember me. But I remember you.””*
My eyes burned.
Then a voice came from behind me.
“You got taller.””
I froze.
Every muscle in my body stopped.
I slowly turned.
A man stood near the doorway.
He was older than the photo.
Older than the brother I imagined.
His hair was darker.
His face sharper.
But his eyes…
I knew those eyes.
Because I had seen them in my own reflection.
“Ethan?””
The name barely left my mouth.
The man stared at me.
For a second, neither of us moved.
Then he smiled.
A small, broken smile.
“Hi, Naomi.””
I couldn’t speak.
The world became strangely quiet.
Twenty-four years.
Twenty-four years of wondering.
Twenty-four years of believing I was alone.
And suddenly, my brother was standing in front of me.
Alive.
Real.
I wanted to run toward him.
I wanted to hit him.
I wanted to ask a thousand questions.
Instead, I whispered,
“Why?””
His expression changed.
“I know.””
“No.””
My voice cracked.
“You don’t know.””
I stepped closer.
“You don’t know what it was like.””
Ethan lowered his eyes.
“You’re right.””
“You were alive.””
“Yes.””
“You knew I existed.””
“Yes.””
“And you never came back.””
Pain crossed his face.
“I tried.””
“When?””
“Many times.””
I laughed bitterly.
“Really?””
“Yes.””
“Then why didn’t I see you?””
Because I already knew the answer.
Because someone stopped him.
Ethan looked away.
“Because every time I got close, someone found out.””
“Who?””
He didn’t answer.
I shook my head.
“Everyone keeps doing this.””
“What?””
“Keeping secrets.””
His face softened.
“You’re right.””
Then he stepped closer.
“I’m sorry.””
I looked at him.
And that was the worst part.
He looked sincere.
He looked like someone who had suffered too.
But suffering didn’t erase twenty-four years.
“Where were you?””
He took a deep breath.
“Hiding.””
“From the Hales?””
“From everyone.””
I frowned.
“Everyone?””
Ethan nodded.
“Naomi, the person you think betrayed our family…”
He stopped.
“Isn’t who you think.””
I felt my anger rising.
“Don’t start.””
“I’m serious.””
“Victoria?””
He shook his head.
“No.””
“Then who?””
Before he answered, another sound came from outside.
A car door closing.
Ethan’s face changed instantly.
Fear.
Real fear.
“Did you bring someone?””
I hesitated.
“Adrian.””
Ethan closed his eyes.
“No.””
“What?””
“You shouldn’t have brought him.””
I frowned.
“Why?””
Ethan looked at the entrance.
“Because Adrian Cross is the reason your father disappeared.””
The words hit like a physical blow.
I stared at him.
“No.””
Ethan’s expression was serious.
“I know what he told you.””
“He helped my father.””
“He did.””
“Then why would he be responsible?””
Ethan stepped closer.
“Because helping someone and protecting them are not always the same thing.””
I felt confused.
Angry.
Terrified.
“What are you saying?””
Before Ethan could answer, the warehouse door opened.
Adrian walked inside.
His eyes immediately found Ethan.
And the moment they saw each other…
everything changed.
Neither man spoke.
They simply stared.
Like two people carrying a history I knew nothing about.
Then Ethan said quietly,
“You finally found her.””
Adrian’s face tightened.
“You stayed alive.””
Ethan laughed softly.
“Disappointed?””
“No.””
Adrian took a step forward.
“Relieved.””
I looked between them.
“What is happening?””
Neither answered.
Then Ethan looked at Adrian.
“You never told her.””
Adrian stayed silent.
My stomach tightened.
“Told me what?””
Ethan looked directly at me.
“The truth about your father’s disappearance.””
Adrian’s voice became sharp.
“Ethan.””
“No.””
Ethan shook his head.
“She deserves to know.””
I looked at Adrian.
“What truth?””
The silence that followed was unbearable.
Finally, Adrian spoke.
His voice was low.
“Daniel didn’t disappear because of the Hales.””
I felt my heartbeat slow.
“Then why?””
Adrian looked at me.
And I saw something I had never seen from him before.
Guilt.
“Because he found out I was the one who accidentally led them to him.””
The warehouse went silent.
I stared.
“What?””
Adrian looked down.
“I was trying to help him expose Charles Hale.””
My hands shook.
“But?””
“But someone followed me.””
I couldn’t breathe.
“Who?””
Adrian looked toward Ethan.
Then back at me.
“The person who followed me…”
He swallowed.
“Was someone from your own family.””
I stared at him.
“No.””
Ethan’s face was filled with pain.
And then he said the words that shattered everything again.
“Naomi…”
“The person who betrayed Dad wasn’t Victoria Hale.””
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A pause.
“It was your mother.””
