Chapter 1096: Chapter 1195

Thus, I felt compelled to disclose everything about Gale to my father.

As the pack’s leader, he deserved to be informed.

Moreover, my father had numerous allies and extensive networks.

He likely possessed more insights than I did.

Consulting him would offer me a clearer picture of Gale’s actions, possibly even clues about my mother’s whereabouts.

In any case, it was preferable than me investigating on my own.

“Debra? Why are you here?” My father was busy with work in his office.

He looked really surprised to see me because I hadn’t made the effort to visit him since I returned.

He had previously made it clear that I was free to access his office anytime and instructed all his subordinates not to stop me.

However, I had avoided this place due to unpleasant memories associated with Marley.

The last time I had been here was six years ago.

Facing my father, I said, “Dad, there’s something important I need to discuss with you.

”

Upon hearing this, my father set aside his paperwork and looked at me up and down.

He was a smart man.

Just by looking at my face, he could tell something was up.

With a keen look, he inquired, “Debra, you seem distressed.

Is there a problem? Speak up.

Whatever it is, I’ll handle it.

Don’t hesitate.

”

I nodded firmly, confirming, “Yes, I ran into something very difficult.

”

Then I told everything to my father about what went down with my mother and Gale.

I told him also about Caleb’s father being under some mind control, Dylan’s capture by Denise, and how Caleb and I were being hunted down by werewolves and witches.

“So that’s what happened…”

After hearing my account, my father didn’t blame me for keeping secrets.

Instead, his eyes moistened, and he asked with a mix of hope and sorrow, “Debra, did your mother leave any message for me before she left?”

My father appeared somewhat a little sad.

It was clear he still held my mother in his heart.

After some hesitation, I finally confessed, “No.

Mom was worried about me.

She was scared I would get into trouble.

”

My father’s smile was tinged with sadness as he said, “So, your mother was still upset with me, not leaving any message for me.

”

“No…”

I tried to offer some comfort to my father.

I believed my mother still had feelings for him, but he quickly pulled himself together and cut me off, asserting, “It’s fine.

I understand why she wouldn’t forgive me.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes and misjudgments in the past.

I’ll find her and apologize personally one day, Debra.

”

I remained silent.

Changing the subject, my father inquired, “Now, what do you need from me, Debra?”