Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 188

I expected that.

I sighed, lowering my voice. "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 and others?" She asked carefully.

I hesitated. It wasn't exactly what I meant, but I could tell that was the angle that might get me what I needed.

"I'm saying," I said, choosing my words carefully, "that if something happens because this hospital refuses to information, there will be consequences."

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She inhaled slowly, then picked up the paper. This time, she actually read it.

The seal from the family lawyer was legitimate. More than that, it implied that if the hospital refused to cooperate, they could be dragged into legal trouble.

Before coming here, I had gone to 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 our family's private records.

The lawyer, accustomed to dealing with delicate pack affairs, hadn't questioned it. He had prepared the request, stamped with the official seal, assuming it was merely another administrative task.

pressing

what it's like to watch someone unravel?" I asked quietly. "To wonder if you could have stopped

Her jaw tensed.

That did it.

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sighed, setting the paper aside.

then she disappeared through

gone, unease settled in my stomach. But now, the

newenish point.

was it taking so

was nearly empty, save for a few outdated magazines strewn across side table and the faint hum of the

Something wasn't right.

against my throat. What if she was stalling? What if she had gone to make a

no matter what happened, I wasn't

the thought settled, the doors pushed open again. The receptionist

blank and a single file dunched in her

I expected in to look. It was way too scanty to hold the

reports I expected.