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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a glance at the clock on the

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and met her glare, Thanks, ma'am. Sorry for

actual sense, I wished studlive the worst day of her life today for treating me

KESTER.

into the living room and

tense, her arms wrappezilarmu herself like she was trying to keep from

me everything I needed to

Something was wrong-

whiskey. He swirled the amber liquid

I ignored him.

Chapter 189

there was ever a moment I felt absolutely nothing for this five-foot-three bastard-the man whose face, whose damn existence, was almost a mirror of my own-it was

carved with an authority that demanded obedience. But where he wore his power like a carefully tailored suit, I was power itself-raw,

far, grew sharper and

version of my father. And the best part? He had

control over it.