Chapter 436

Chapter 436:
Worry etched deeper lines across Brandon’s face.
A quick, loaded glance passed between Vivian and the physician.
Only the night before had she pressed Oakley for details about this particular facility. Although the facility prided itself on ironclad discretion, private ownership allowed for certain test results to be conveniently adjusted.
Oakley had made sure this specific doctor would be overseeing Vivian’s case. No one could downplay the seriousness of her situation, considering both the self-harm and her stomach cancer diagnosis.
Trying to put Brandon at ease, Vivian squeezed his hand and mustered a shaky smile. “You don’t need to worry about me,” she insisted. “Honestly, I’m already at the point where…” Her words faded, and the concern in Brandon’s eyes only deepened.
With hope for answers, he turned toward the doctor. “Is there any alternative treatment you’d recommend?”
No matter what was suggested, it was clear Vivian wouldn’t consider taking medication.
A gentle sigh escaped the doctor before he spoke. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Once the assessment wrapped up, Brandon asked Vivian if she could step into the hallway for a bit. Inside the quiet office, he faced the doctor with a question.
“Is there any way she can manage this without medication?”
A shake of the head came in response. “We’re talking about depression here, Mr. Watson. And when it comes to cases as severe as hers, medication is a must for stabilization.”
Brandon’s eyes dropped to the floor as he considered the gravity of the answer. Their conversation turned to a few other important topics until, at last, the doctor added, “I’ll discuss this with my colleagues and prepare a detailed report along with a treatment plan.”
A nod from Brandon signaled his understanding.
“Could you leave a mailing address?” the doctor continued. “To ensure confidentiality, we avoid using online systems. The full report will be sent as a hard copy to the location you specify.”
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Accepting the precaution, Brandon gave the address for his apartment neighboring the Watson Group offices.
With the details settled, Brandon walked out into the hall and looked over at Vivian.
“It’s time to go,” he said, gently guiding her out of the building.
From her desk, Rita kept a low profile, quietly witnessing everything that unfolded. At no point did she press for information about Vivian’s health; instead, she contented herself with silent observation. Check latest chapters at.net
Just when she assumed the hall had cleared out, and her hand reached for her office door, Vivian reappeared on her own.
A slight frown touched Rita’s lips, the odd timing not lost on her, yet she remained calm, never letting on that anything was amiss.
This time, the neighboring office door sat partly open, and snatches of Vivian’s words drifted through the gap. “Yes… That’s it… Please update it to my address… Vivian Floral Design…”
More words followed, blurred by distance, until Vivian left the office and departed down the corridor in a hurry.
Suspicion nagged at Rita, the situation not quite adding up, but the details stayed just out of reach. Professional instincts kept her from voicing any of her concerns, though.
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