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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 187

Father’s Call

Mia’s POV

As I filled the kettle for morning tea, my phone rang–an unknown number with a local area code. Normally, I’d let such calls go to voicemail, wary of reporters still trying to get comments about the Branson scandal. But something–intuition perhaps–prompted me to answer.

“Hello?”

There was silence on the other end, followed by a crackle of static that suggested an institutional phone system.

“Hello?” I repeated, irritation creeping into my voice. “Who is this?”

“Mia.”

The voice sent ice through my veins, familiar despite the years.

“Father.”

The word felt foreign on my tongue, a relic from a past I’d tried to put behind me. Richard Williams.

“You answered,” he said, sounding genuinely surprised. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“I didn’t recognize the number,” I replied, my tone deliberately cool. “What do you want?”

“Is that any way to greet your father?” The familiar note of manipulation had already crept into his voice, the subtle reminder that I owed him respect regardless of his actions. 1

“You forfeited the right to my courtesy when you tried to kill my mother,” I said flatly. “I’ll ask again–what do you want?“!

A heavy sigh filtered through the connection. “I need to see you, Mia.”

“Why would I agree to that?”

“Because I have information,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “About Diane Porter. About what really happened.”

I froze, the kettle forgotten in my hand. “What are you talking about?”

“Not over the phone,” he insisted. “They monitor these calls. I need to tell you in person.”

“Tell me what, exactly?”

“The truth about Porter’s death and all the things happened to you. “Things aren’t what they seem, Mia. None of it is.”

I set the kettle down with more force than necessary, anger rising in my chest. “You expect me to drive all the way to a prison, in my condition, because you’re dangling cryptic information in front of me? Information that‘: probably lies anyway?

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“Me?” I scoffed. “How exactly does Diane Porter’s death from almost twenty years ago concern me directly?”

He was silent for a long moment. “Because you’re in danger,” he said finally. “You and those babies.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No!” The word exploded from him with such force that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “It’s a warning. I’m trying to protect you, dammit.”

“You’ve never protected me,” I said. “Not when I needed it.”

“I know.” The admission seemed to cost him something. “I’ve been a terrible father. But this isn’t

about me, or about making amends. It’s about keeping you safe from people who would do you harm.”

“What people? Taylor? She’s busy crafting her victim narrative for the media. She’s not exactly lurking outside my building with a weapon.”

“It’s not just Taylor,” he insisted. “It’s bigger than her. It’s-” He broke off abruptly. “I can’t say more on this line. Please, Mia. Come see me. I can have my attorney arrange a private visit. Today, if possible.”

I laughed incredulously. “Today? Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious.” The choice of words seemed deliberate. “Time is running out.”

“For you, maybe,” I retorted. “Your trial’s coming up.”

“For all of us,” he countered. “There are things happening that you can’t imagine, Mia. Things that make my crimes seem like child’s play in comparison.”

Despite myself, I felt a chill at his words. My father was many things–manipulative, cruel, selfish–but he had never been prone to dramatic exaggeration. If anything, he’d always been coldly practical, calculating risks and benefits with mathematical precision.

“Even if I believed you,” I said carefully, “I can’t just drop everything and rush to a prison. I’m seven months pregnant with twins. My doctor has me on modified bed rest.”

“I know about your condition,” he said, surprising me. How had he gotten that information from prison? “I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t a matter of life and death.”

“Whose life and death? Mine? The twins? Or yours?”

“All of us!” he replied.

“I need time to think about this,” I said finally.

“There isn’t time,” he insisted. “You need to come today.”

“I can’t. I have an appointment today.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “Tomorrow morning, then. First thing. I’ll have my lawyer call yours with the details.”

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Before I could respond, he added, “And Mia? Don’t tell your mother about this. It’s safer if she doesn’t know.”

“Safer for whom?” I demanded, but the line had already gone dead.

I stared at the phone in my hand, unsure whether I felt more angry or unsettled by the conversation.

The kettle began to whistle, startling me from my thoughts. I moved to silence it.

My father’s crimes against my mother had been unforgivable. He had orchestrated an “accident” that left her in a coma for years, then systematically plundered her fortune while she lay helpless. He had brought Taylor and her mother into our lives, allowed them to torment me, to steal what should have been mine. He had shown no remorse,

no contrition, no acknowledgment of the pain he’d caused before.

And yet there had been fear in his voice. My father wasn’t a man who frightened easily. If something had him spooked enough to reach out from prison, perhaps it warranted investigation.

I poured hot water over my tea leaves, watching the amber color seep into the liquid.

What was it about Diane Porter’s death that had everyone speaking in riddles?

I was midway through a light lunch when my phone chimed with an incoming email. Robert’s name appeared in the sender field, with the subject line: “Visitor Request – Richard Williams.”

So my father had been true to his word about arranging a visit. I opened the email with trepidation:

Mia,

I’ve received a rather unusual request from Richard Williams‘ attorney. He is requesting a private meeting with you tomorrow morning at 9 AM. I advised that your medical condition makes such a visit inadvisable, but he was most insistent, claiming the matter is urgent and concerns your safety.

Normally, I would recommend against such a meeting. Given your father’s history of manipulation, I worry this is simply another attempt to use you in some way. However, his attorney seemed genuinely concerned, which gives me pause.

If you do decide to go, 1 would strongly advise having someone accompany you. I would be happy to escort you myself, if you wish.

Please let me know your decision as soon as possible, as certain arrangements will need to be made if you intend

to visit.

Best regards, Robert

I read the email twice, noting that even Robert–who had seen countless manipulative tactics in his legal career -seemed uncertain about my father’s motives. The fact that Richard’s own attorney appeared concerned was particularly telling

Before I could second–guess myself, I typed a quick reply:

Robert,

Thank you for the information. After consideration, I have decided to meet with my father tomorrow morning. I

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would appreciate your accompaniment, as I do not wish to face this alone.

Please make whatever arrangements are necessary. I will, of course, consult with my doctor beforehand to ensure the visit won’t pose any risks to my pregnancy.

I would also appreciate your discretion in this matter. My mother does not know about this request, and I prefer to keep it that way for now.

Thank you, Mia

I hit send before I could change my mind.