As Ava stepped into the room, her gaze immediately caught her father speaking in low tones with his assistant. Their quiet, almost secretive conversation raised her eyebrows.
When both men saw her coming in, they stopped talking. Thomas gave a subtle nod to his assistant. "We'll talk later."
The middle-aged man acknowledged the instruction with a brief nod, gathered his folder, and exited the room without a word.
Once they were alone, Ava wasted no time. "Papa, what did you say to Dylan? Do you really want me to move into his house? Have you forgotten we are already divorced?"
Thomas sighed and gestured for her to sit. But Ava remained rooted, her arms crossed tightly as she waited for his response.
Thomas's eyes drifted toward the window, his thoughts returning him to his earlier conversation with Dylan.
Flashback…
