Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 100

"Excuse me, ma'am," I called out, stepping back up to the desk.

She exhaled, rolling her eyes like I was the biggest inconvenience of her day. "Yes, Kasmine," she drawled, her voice laced with exhaustion. "What now?"

I dropped the file on the desk between us. "These records aren't... sufficient." I tapped the thin folder with my fingertips, keeping my voice steady even as irritation licked at my nerves. "Some vital information seems to be missing. Is there a mix-up somewhere?"

She didn't even pretend to care. Her eyes flicked to the file, then back to me, her expression blank with careful disinterest.

"This is all there is on Kester Hamilton's records," she said flatly. "I'm sorry."

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The apology was false, lacking any real sincerity. It only fueled the slow burn of frustration rising in my chest. I leaned in slightly. "I'd like to speak to someone else. A doctor. Someone who was actually in charge of his case."

I was also losing my patience. I didn't know what game she was playing, but I wouldn't let her win.

"You have to leave, or I'll call security on you, ma'am," Her tone turned unfriendly.

There it was. The shift.

She wasn't just annoyed anymore. She was... nervous. Her fingers twitched slightly as she glanced around, her eyes darting toward the nearest security guard stationed near the exit.

Why?

I met her gaze, watching closely. And that's when I saw it fear.

It was almost as if they had been compelled to keep Kester's records hidden from any other person who wasn't him.

Why did I feel there was more to this woman's behavior than meets the eye?

Someone didn't want these records seen.

The realization sent a sharp pulse of adrenaline through me, but I forced my expression to remain neutral. Another perfect idea slipped into my head.

I flicked a glance at the clock on the wall. 1 PM.

Perfect.

Four more hours until the close of work.

I plastered a smile on my face and met her glare, "Thanks, ma'am. Sorry for bothering you. Do have a splendid day ahead."

In the actual sense, I wished she'd have the worst day of her life today for treating me the way she just did.

KESTER.

Chapter 100

I strode into the living room and was greeted by a troubling sight.

shoulders tense, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from unraveling. Her eyes- puffy,

Something was wrong.

from her, my father sat at the mini wine bar with his fingers curled around a crystal glass of his favorite whiskey. He swirled the amber liquid

I ignored him.

man whose face, whose damn existence, was almost a mirror of my own-it

that even the blind could see. The same deep, green eyes. The same angular features, carved with an authority that demanded obedience. But where he wore his power like

apple? It rolled far, grew sharper

was the refined, more dangerous version of my father. And the best part? He had no control over

Pity.

as if forcing herself to snap out of whatever trance she had been stuck in, then offered me a tight

I knew better.

I asked, placing my arm around her

couldn't love this woman any less. Each time

the motherly warmth I almost didn't

one I can call

head quickly, her fingers tightening around

Kester. Really. You should go upstairs and take a shower. You

Sure. But I

slightly. "That doesn't answer

another smile, this one even weaker than

She wasn't.

knowing she wouldn't talk-not now, at least. If there was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that pressing

talking later. In your

but her eyes flickered briefly toward my father

My irritation spiked.

Chapter 100

I'd get to the

take a

a meeting with June's father

but the way he said it like

that mattered at

of lee

him, my lips curling into

tilted my head slightly, mockery dripping from every syllable.

frown deepened, but

Typical.

my head. "You should have really learned to

father's grip on his glass tightened, the fine crystal barely containing the force behind his

to break his

His jaw

slow, controlled breath-the kind he always took when he was barely keeping himself together. "Kester," he called

"Or what?" I took a slow step closer, shoving my hands into my pockets, watching him like a predator studying a wounded prey. "You'll finally grow a spine and do something about it?

his eyes cold enough to burn. "You don't get

space, daring him to react. "And the

head, my

quiet. As