Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 99

Chapter 99

KASMINE

I stood before the Leropita Psychiatric Hospital for over five minutes, unable to make a decision whether I wanted to go in or not.

The building seemed too cold and clinical, with its pale grey walls and tall glass windows that reflected nothing. but the dull, overcast sky. It smelled like rain was coming, the wind carrying the sharp smell of damp pavement and antiseptic.

My fingers curled tightly around the strap of my handbag

Would they even let me access Kester's files?

Would I find what I was looking for?

My hands suddenly became clammy, and my heart picked up speed as I stared at the entrance of the hospital.

It was a bit too quiet, too.

Of course, not many people experience mental issues every single day. At least, so I thought.

Lexhaled, shoving the doubt aside.

I clutched my handbag closely, the strap sitting tightly on my shoulder as I entered the premises.

The lobby was cleaner than I expected, almost disturbingly pristine. The walls were white, the floors polished to a shine, and the air smelled faintly of disinfectant and something medicinal and stale, like the lingering ghosts of old prescriptions.

A receptionist sat behind a high desk, her name tag identifying her as Melissa. She looked to be in her late thirties, her dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun, her expression indifferent as she tapped away at her computer.

I approached, swallowing the dryness in my throat.

"Good morning," I greeted, my voice coming out smoother than I felt.

She barely spared me a glance. "How can I help you?"

I guess I wasn't so popular after all.

I hesitated for half a second, then forced the words out. "I'm here for some records. I need to confirm if someone completed their therapy sessions."

Melissa finally looked up, her brows pulling together. "Are you a relative?"

my shoulders.

gave me a tight-lipped smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

proper authorization. It's against

it still irritated me. I leaned

that. But this is

I saw the shift. Her posture stiffened,

who I was talking about.

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years ago," I continued, watching her carefully. "I just need to confirm if he completed

sessions."

throat bobbed as she swallowed. “..... I'm afraid I can't

The way she glanced briefly toward the security cameras

my jaw, my skin

or won't?" I

for a random folder

already told you that patients'

you," I said, my voice dropping to a

pack. The

bubbled beneath when she said

Think, Kasmine.

I needed another approach.

my bag, pulling out a neatly folded piece of

not asking for detailed medical records, just a confirmation of whether or not he completed his therapy." Melissa barely glanced

I expected that

"Look, I know there are rules. But I'm not just here out of curiosity. My brother's mental health is a matter of serious concern. There have been... incidents. And if he didn't complete his therapy, it could explain a lot." She didn't react immediately, but I saw a small crack in the wall of indifference. "You're saying he's a danger to himself

wasn't exactly what I meant, but I could tell that was the angle that might get

said, choosing my words carefully, "that if something happens because this hospital refuses

paper. This time, she actually read it. The seal from the family lawyer was legitimate. More than that, it implied that

the family lawyer's office under the pretense of handling unrelated legal matters for the pack-something I was well within my right to do. While there, I had casually inquired about past legal documents concerning Kester, mentioning that I was working on updating

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her closely, pressing just a little

you know what it's like to watch

if

Her jaw tensed.

That did it.

setting the paper