Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 189

"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."

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.

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I ignored him.

Chapter 189

man whose face, whose

carved with an authority that demanded obedience. But where he wore his power like a carefully

grew sharper and more dangerous edges, and turned

the refined, more dangerous version of my father.

control over it.