Chapter 519

Chapter 519:
Brandon, meanwhile, seemed completely in the dark.
“I understand,” Rita said calmly. “Please check what went wrong.”
“Right away, Dr. Carpenter,” the man replied, springing into action. After a moment, he turned to Brandon. “The document’s already been sent out and signed off.”
Brandon’s brow furrowed as he pressed, “But I never received it.”
“Verify the address to see if there was any mistake,” Rita directed, her tone steady but firm.
“On it!” The man double-checked and then read out the destination, finishing with, “Vivian Floral Design, Vivian Simpson.” Follow current novᴇls on.net
“That’s the address on record,” he said, shooting a quick, uncertain look at Brandon.
Brandon kept glancing at Rita, unsettled by the strange undercurrent in her demeanor. When the man read out the delivery address, however, Brandon’s gaze sharpened.
Had he gotten it wrong?
He was certain he’d given his own address—so how did the document end up at Vivian’s studio?
The man looked up and inquired, “Is something wrong, sir?”
Brandon forced a tight smile and shook his head.
“Can you print another copy for me right now?” Brandon asked, hoping to collect it in person and avoid the hassle of waiting for the mail again.
“Of course, sir. But I’ll need to verify your identity first,” the man replied calmly.
Brandon gave a slight nod and handed over his ID without hesitation.
As the man started to key in Brandon’s name, Rita quickly stepped in. “You’ll find the authorization notes faster in the patient’s medical record. If the recipient was able to receive the mail, there should already be a record of it.”
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The man offered a quick nod, pulled up Vivian’s medical file, checked the necessary details, and, after confirming the authorization, returned the ID to Brandon. “Please hold on. I’ll print it for you now.”
“Thanks,” Brandon said, slipping his ID back into his wallet.
Relief washed over Rita, though she kept it hidden. She reminded herself that she needed to call Millie to update her emergency contact—something they had clearly let slip through the cracks. Brandon had always been listed as Millie’s emergency contact.
Since her health was steadily improving and she rarely needed to reach out to anyone for medical emergencies, nobody had bothered to update the information. But overhearing the receptionist’s casual chatter jolted Rita into sudden unease—a flash of dread tightening her chest.
The man in the archive had a reputation for carelessness. Rita couldn’t shake the worry about what damage he might unwittingly cause. He’d already earned himself a string of blunders back when he worked the front desk.
If he decided to look up Brandon’s name in the system and accidentally accessed Millie’s confidential file, it would be a clear violation of patient privacy—something the clinic was supposed to protect at all costs.
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