novelraw Chapter 35: His surviving words
Chapter 35: His surviving words
>MalloryI stood in the hallway with Dr. Chesten, everything seeming to stand still, the soft glow from the lights spilling through the open door behind us. My brain felt like it was rebooting on its own.
"E-excuse me?" I asked when I finally managed to get a question out.
"Oh? Did it surprise you?" he chuckled as he glanced toward the direction of my son, whose attention had turned back to his drawings, though every few seconds his eyes flicked toward us—making sure I hadn’t drifted too far.
"I—I’m sorry I wasn’t able to greet you. I wasn’t informed," I apologized, clasping my hands together in front of him.
I didn’t even know this man was from Country P. There’s very little the public knows about his background. So that’s why my husband was able to hire him; last thing I checked, it was very hard to even get ahold of him.
"Don’t mind that. I purposely didn’t tell you to get your reaction," he started before adding, "Plus, we don’t really look like siblings at all." he chuckled like he was having the time of his life.
But that’s true. Don’t get me wrong, they are both equally gorgeous men, but their features are almost opposite each other.
"A-anyway, do you want some tea?" I offered.
"That would be great," he replied with that same gentle smile.
I turned my attention to my son, whose head lifted as soon as I stepped inside the room. I cupped his cheeks, pinching them like dumplings.
"We’ll be downstairs, okay? Me and the kind doctor," I said, and he nodded.
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We carefully descended the stairs. I gestured for him to wait on the sofa while I made him tea, and he gladly agreed. A few minutes later, my hands were holding two steaming cups as I carefully placed them on the glass table.
Dr. Chesten, who had been busy reading his notes, lifted his head and smiled.
"About your son’s condition, would it be alright if I asked for his previous records? I have to read them before I make my diagnosis," he asked as I made myself comfortable in my seat.
"Oh yes. My son’s previous hospital is Chasers in New York," I replied. It was a hospital he owned, so he was probably familiar. The previous session with Dr. Blake didn’t really work since Asher refused to even come out of the playroom’s tent until my husband fetched him.
"I see. I didn’t know you were a previous patient in my hospital. I’ll just pull your records out then." He smiled before placing the document he was reading on the table and sipping his tea.
I hesitated to open my mouth, not knowing how to start telling him about Kaizer and my husband’s situation.
"I should... I should explain something," I began, my voice low. "About the people he connects with."
The doctor nodded gently. "Go on."
I leaned against the sofa, the soft cushion grounding me. "He isn’t like this with everyone. It’s not that he’s withdrawn from the whole world. Currently, he’s close to four people. Only four." I paused. It used to only be Mara and me, but strangely enough, he’d grown attached to my husband and Kaizer.
Dr. Chesten’s eyebrows lifted just slightly—attentive.hat man is not who you think he is. Do not fall for him." The world almost spun at a dizzying degree.
"What is the meaning of this?" a cold and deep voice rang out behind us.
It was my husband.