Chapter 187 Bloody Twist

• Imogene Scott
• The next day, I meet Dad at the cafe again. I just hope he shows up this time. I push open the door to the café. I pause just inside, glancing around the cozy space. Dad is already seated at his usual table by the window. I sigh, he really showed up. Early, at that.
• He's reading the newspaper, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. For a moment, I study him from a distance-the way he's dressed impeccably in a dark suit, his hair silver but neatly combed, his posture as straight as ever. The last time I saw him was at the wedding in Hong Kong. I only told him about the twins on the phone.