Alice’s POV
“Anthonio Smith? Your uncle?” my dad’s voice booms from behind me.
I gasp, my heart jolting violently in my chest. My fingers tremble as I hurriedly end the call, almost dropping my phone in the process. I turn slowly, forcing a weak smile.
“Dad… it’s not what you think.”
His brows draw together as he studies me, his gaze sharp and probing. “Alice, what about your uncle?”
I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “I just… I want to find him. I miss him, especially now that I’m getting married.”
For a moment, his expression softens, and a small smile forms on his lips.
“Oh, good. You’ve finally come to terms with marrying Victor,” he says, sounding relieved. “He is a good man. He will take care of you, my little pod.”
He walks closer, placing a reassuring hand on
