Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

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.

I exhaled, shoving the doubt aside.

I clutched my handbag closely, the strap sitting

premises.

tightly on my shoulder as I entered the

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.

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“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

“Can’t or won’t?” I asked, tilting my head.

She quickly dropped her gaze, reaching for a random folder on her desk and flipping through it with exaggerated focus.

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“I’ve already told you that patients‘ records are confidential.”

“And I’m telling you,” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous quiet, “that I have a right to know. He’s not just anyone. He’s the Alpha of our pack. The people in this hospital know that. You know that. So why are you pretending otherwise?”

Frustration bubbled beneath when she said nothing else.

Think, Kasmine.

I needed another approach.

I reached into my bag, pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper I had prepared in case of resistance.

“This is a signed request from our family lawyer. I’m not asking for detailed medical records, just a confirmation of whether or not he completed his therapy.”

Melissa barely glanced at it. “That won’t be enough, she said flatly.