Oliver chuckled, his eyes was crinkling with a hint of amusement as he nodded appreciatively. "Wow, you never change, Dorian, always straightforward. I can see why you're a Montegueaux. That determination runs in the blood."
Morgan grinned sheepishly, feeling a mix of reminiscence and relief wash over him. "Yeah, I guess it's in my genes. But seriously, any help you can give would be greatly appreciated. I've been searching for a long time, and I'm running out of leads."
Oliver's expression softened with empathy. "Of course, Dorian. I'll do what I can to help you. Family is family, after all."
Morgan nodded gratefully, feeling a renewed sense of hope. He knew that if anyone could help him, it was Oliver Montegueaux. With the old man by his side, he felt more determined than ever to find Melody and their baby.
