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AT THE SAME TIME XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW: The knock at the door was unexpected. It was late, and I wasn’t anticipating another visitor. Isabella and I exchanged a glance, her brows furrowing in confusion. "I’ll get it." I said, rising from the couch. As I approached the door, a strange unease settled over me. When I opened it, the last person I ever expected to see stood there. "Mr. Hale?" I asked, my voice low and uncertain. He nodded, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination. In his hands, he held a neatly wrapped gift, the sight of which only added to the surreal nature of the moment. "Xavier, isn’t it?" He said, his voice steady but strained. "I’m Isabella’s father." "I know who you are." I said, keeping my tone neutral. "What are you doing here?" "I need to see my