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."

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

amused him. "She's clever, I'll give her that. But cleverness can only get you so far without power. And

did. It was the only solid proof we had of what this place was really doing. If no, when I

head snapped up and his sharp eyes locked onto mine before I could duck out of sight. "Well, well," he drawled and stepped into the hallway. "What do we have

said quickly steadily despite the hammering in my chest.

studied me for a moment; his gaze was unnervingly intense. "You know, Angel, there's something fascinating

to people who don't mind their business?" he interrupted with a deceptively

held a weight that pinned me in place,

had a knack for finding things he wasn't supposed to find. One day, he stumbled upon something... let's call it a secret. A dangerous

My throat had gotten drier

ahead, to expose the truth. But you see,

quietly, though

learned the hard way that some secrets are better left buried, or else, you'll be the

was suffocating. I didn't need him to spell it out for me. The message was clear: stay out of his business, or

I muttered and took a

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

the

where you tread. This place