Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 96

(Angel's

POV)

The hallway was close to dark if not for the fluorescent bulbs. I hadn't meant to be here. Not like this, at least. My feet had carried me, almost instinctively, after hearing Dr. Nixon's sharp voice echo through the corridor. The tone of her words felt urgent, almost panicked, and I couldn't ignore the tug of curiosity or fear-pulling me closer.

Peeking around the corner, I spotted her standing stiffly with Dr. Joe. His posture was as unnervingly calm as ever with his hands tucked casually into his pockets while she gestured furiously. Their voices were quiet but not low enough to escape my ears.

"I told you," Dr. Nixon hissed, "the inspections are scheduled for next week. If we don't get everything in order, they'll start asking questions. Real questions."

Dr. Joe tilted his head and faintly smirked. "And you think I'm not prepared? Honestly, Diana, you disappoint me. After all this time, you should know better than to underestimate me."

Dr. Nixon clenched her fists. "It's not about underestimating you. It's about making sure we don't all go down because of one stupid mistake."

"You mean the journal?" Dr. Joe's tone was casual, but his words hit me like a slap.

I froze, and forgot to take a breath. The journal. He had it. Of course, he had it. My heart pounded as I tried to process what this meant. If they had it, that meant every single detail about the center's inhumane operations was back in their hands. All the evidence we needed to expose them-to bring them down-was gone.

"It's secure," Dr. Joe continued smoothly with annoying confidence. "Besides, it's not like anyone else knows what's inside it. Except for you and me, of course."

Nixon added sharply. "She's not stupid, Joe. She knows

"She's clever, I'll give her that. But cleverness can only get you so far without power. And in here? I hold all the

journal? I mean, I did. Of course, I did. It was the only solid proof we

and his sharp eyes locked onto mine before I could duck

and forced a neutral expression onto my face as he approached. "I wasn't eavesdropping," I said quickly steadily despite the hammering in my chest. "I was just... walking by." His smile widened, sending a chill down my spine. "Of course you

me for a moment; his gaze was unnervingly intense. "You know, Angel, there's something fascinating about you. You always seem to be in the wrong

he interrupted with a deceptively

a weight that pinned me in

curious, always asking questions. He had a knack for finding things he wasn't supposed to find. One day, he stumbled upon something... let's

My throat had

get ahead, to expose the

to him?" I asked quietly, though I wasn't sure I

turned to face me fully. "Let's just say he learned the hard way that some secrets are better left buried, or else, you'll be the one left

him to spell it out for me. The message

should go," I muttered and

again, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yes, you

and gripped the edge of the wall.

where you tread. This place has a way