Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 95

(Dennis'

POV)

I sat across from Travis in the dining room, the glow from his tablet casting harsh shadows on his face. The air was heavy with tension, but I couldn't tell if it was from the topic we were about to discuss or the fact that we hadn't spoken this openly in years. He was scrolling through emails but his fingers were moving slower than usual and his eyes flickered with something I didn't recognize.

"We need to talk about Angel and Hendrix," I said, breaking the silence.

Travis glanced up and furrowed his brows. "What about them?"

"They're... liabilities," I said carefully, measuring my words. "The center has been keeping them for months, and we still don't have clear results from Hendrix's treatments. As for Angel, I" I stopped myself, my throat tightening. "I'm not sure why she's even still there."

Travis set the tablet down and folded his hands. "Angel's there because you sent her, Dennis. Don't act like this wasn't your call."

I bristled at his tone but didn't argue. He was right. It was my decision to send Angel with Hendrix. At the time, it had seemed logical-she could keep an eye on him, make sure he stayed on track. But now, I wasn't so sure. "They're planning another inspection," I said instead, steering the conversation back to safer territory. "Dr. Joe mentioned it in his last report. He thinks some patients need to be... handled."

Travis's face darkened. "Handled how?"

"You know how," I said. "Removed. Quietly."

He leaned back in his chair. I couldn't read his expression. "And you're okay with that?"

I hesitated. Was I okay with it? The thought of Angel being caught in the crossfire made me worried, but I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment. "It's not about being okay," I said finally. "It's about survival. If they can't deliver results, they're expendable."

in his eyes told me he was thinking the same thing I was: this wasn't just about the center. This was about something much

said and pulled out my planner. "We need to go over

were tense. "Fine. But if anything happens to Angel or

off. "Nothing will happen to them. Not

He didn't look convinced.

...

(Dr. Joe's POV)

bold letters across the top. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I couldn't

my shoulders I didn't know if I was prepared to carry. Dennis and Travis were always pushing for results, always demanding more. They didn't understand the intricacies of what we were

muttered under my breath and leaned back in

experiments were progressing, yes, but not without complications. Patients like their beloved Hendrix were becoming unpredictable. Their resistance was threatening to derail everything. And then there

knock on the door pulled me

their expression nervous. "Dr. Joe, the files you

the desk," I said and waved them in. They hurried to comply and set down a stack

scanning the data. Bloodwork, behavioral reports, treatment logs. It was all there, neatly organized and utterly damning. If

the file. That wasn't

gaze shifted to a photo on the corner of my desk. It was the only personal item in the otherwise Godawefully-clean office. It was a picture of Dr. Aurora; her sharp features were softened by a rare smile hidden behind her signature mask and

Aurora always knows best," I murmured, almost as if reminding

off. Her insistence on keeping Dennis in the loop, on treating her like some kind of VIP, made no sense to me. Dennis was competent, sure, but she wasn't special. Not in the

didn't matter. Aurora's word was law,

signaling the start of the meeting. I straightened my tie, squared my shoulders, and clicked on the Skype link. Dennis and Travis appeared on the screen, their faces as tense as I expected. "Let's get started,"

•

I presented the latest data, highlighting the successes while downplaying the failures. Dennis was stone-faced, and her questions cut through the presentation