Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Chapter 234: I am Nurse Mia

Shortly after Kalix received the call from Sean, he drove straight to the underground base—an isolated facility buried beneath layers of surveillance and silence. Stanley was already there, pacing beside a long table, a map rolled open in front of him.

The grim expression on his face wasn’t new, but the glint of urgency in his eyes told Kalix this wasn’t just another cold lead.

Something was different.

Kalix and Sean took their seats without a word. Stanley didn’t waste time—he pointed to a location circled in red on the map.

“Why are you showing us this?” Kalix asked, eyes narrowing.

Stanley didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he looked at both of them, then back down at the circled mark.

“This,” he said, voice low, “was one of the places my sister was taken. At least… one of the hideouts we never fully understood.”

Kalix frowned. “We know this place. We raided it years ago. It was abandoned by the time we got there.”

“Exactly,” Sean chimed in, equally confused. “Nothing came out of it. Just a few broken crates, some scattered ledgers. No solid intel.”

Stanley nodded. “We thought we cleared it. We didn’t. There’s something important we missed.”

Kalix leaned in slightly. His eyes never left Stanley’s face. “Go on.”

Stanley paused, then drew a breath like he was about to detonate something buried.

“This property,” he said slowly, “was once owned by Greyson Holdings.”

Kalix froze.

Sean blinked. “Wait, what?”

Stanley gave a tight nod. “Not directly. It was hidden under a shell company—a real estate branch that Greyson dissolved quietly eight years ago. But during the time my sister disappeared… they owned this land.”

Kalix’s expression darkened. “You’re telling me Greyson had their hands in the trafficking routes?”

“I’m telling you someone inside Greyson did. Someone who used company assets to move victims, stash them, and disappear them without raising suspicion.”

Sean leaned back, trying to process. “And we missed it.”

Stanley gave a cold laugh. “Everyone missed it. Or they were paid not to look. Either way, this place… it was never just a drop point. It was a ghost site—built to erase lives.”

Kalix’s jaw clenched. “You think whoever used this place is still active?”

“I don’t know,” Stanley admitted. “But here’s the part that matters now.”

He pulled out a printed document and slid it across the table.

Kalix scanned it—and then his hands stilled.

It was a transaction receipt. Recent. A sealed renovation permit dated only six months ago—for that same property.

Approved under a proxy firm.

Kalix looked up, a dangerous stillness settling over him. “And who signed off on this permit?”

Stanley held his gaze. “A board member from Greyson. One connected to Bryson Andreas.”

Silence.

Dead and heavy.

The room might as well have been a pressure cooker.

Kalix leaned back slowly, expression unreadable. “Looks like it’s time I had a chat with Bryson.”

Sean, sensing the shift in Kalix’s expression, quickly reached for his phone and stepped aside to make the necessary call.

Stanley, meanwhile, sat in silence, his mind still churning.

It had been years since he started searching for his sister—years of dead ends, false leads, and missing files that always seemed one step ahead of him. Every time he thought he was close, the trail would vanish like smoke.

But now?

Now, the pieces were finally aligning.

Greyson.

The ghost site.

The forged permit with Bryson Andreas’s name buried beneath layers of shell firms.

Something was surfacing—and it wasn’t just revenge anymore.

It was truth.

Stanley remained seated even after the meeting began to wind down, his fingers tightening into fists on his lap. There was a strange ache in his chest. A weight. Like he was closer to something… but also further than ever.

He exhaled hard, pulled himself together, and stood.

“Keep me updated,” he muttered to Kalix and Sean, before grabbing his coat and exiting the base without another word.

The drive back to the Rosewood Mansion was quiet. Too quiet.

He was supposed to pick Lilac, but now when he was trying to call her, she wasn’t answering the calls.

***

[Rosewood Mansion – Upper Wing]

Lilac had just stepped out of the steamy bathroom, towel-drying the ends of her damp hair as she made her way to the walk-in closet. The soft glow of the evening sun spilled through the tall windows, casting golden warmth across the room. Humming absentmindedly, she slipped into a simple ivory dress, cinching it at the waist with a silk ribbon.

As she stepped into the hallway, her phone buzzed sharply against the nightstand.

Three missed calls.

One new message.

Stanley: I’m waiting outside.

“Crap,” she muttered, quickening her pace.

She had completely lost track of time—and if there was one thing Stanley didn’t enjoy, it was being kept waiting.

Turning the corner near the staircase, a flicker of movement at the end of the corridor made her pause.

Someone was standing there.

A young woman—mid-twenties, clad in a crisp nurse’s uniform—was flipping through a patient chart with surgical precision. Lilac slowed instinctively, her heels clicking softer now.

She didn’t recognize her.

Which was odd.

Any change in staff was typically run past the family—especially in a house like this. Her grandfather was meticulous about background checks and trust. No new face ever appeared without layers of approval.

But this woman… this Mia… moved with the calm confidence of someone who belonged. Or at least, wanted to appear that way.

Then their eyes met.

Lilac’s polite smile faltered at the intensity of the woman’s sharp, assessing, quietly invasive stare.

But almost instantly, the woman’s expression shifted into something gentler. Masked. Polished.

“Miss Lilac,” the woman said smoothly, stepping forward. “Apologies if I startled you. I’m Nurse Mia—recently assigned to assist with Mr. Richard’s care.”

Lilac blinked. “Oh. I wasn’t aware there were any staff changes.”

Mia offered a faint smile. “It was last minute. Your grandfather approved everything this morning.”

Lilac nodded slowly, unease settling in her gut. “I’ll… confirm that later.”

Mia tilted her head slightly. “Of course. You should.”

The words were pleasant on the surface, but something about the tone felt… off. A little too knowing.

Just as Lilac was about to excuse herself, Mia’s next words caught her off guard.

“You seem to be in a hurry. I’d hate for you to keep your man waiting too long.”

Lilac stiffened.

Her brows drew together, but before she could ask how Mia knew who was waiting or where, Mia had already turned and disappeared down the adjoining hallway.

Gone.

As if she had never been there at all.

Lilac stood frozen for a second, unsettled. It wasn’t just Mia’s presence—it was the precision of it. Her timing. Her knowledge.

She knew too much.

And Lilac hated that she couldn’t figure out how.

Just then, her phone buzzed again—snapping her back to reality.

Stanley, again.

Lilac cursed under her breath. “Oh, shit.”

Whatever that strange encounter was, it would have to wait.

Grabbing her purse, she pushed her unease aside and rushed down the stairs, heels clicking fast against the marble.

Some part of her told her to tell Stanley.

Another part whispered, —Don’t look back.

Not yet.