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Chapter 38
"So," Dr. Lombardo said, taking a seat on the desk. "How may I help you?"
I smiled at him, fluttering my eyelashes a little. It couldn't hurt to try. "It was actually about my brother, Emmett … You saw him just before me?"
The doctor frowned. "Mrs. Castucci, I'm afraid I can't answer any questions about your brother or give you any information. There is such a thing as patient confidentiality."
"Oh, C'mon," I scoffed. "You're a fucking doctor to the mob. Let's not pretend otherwise."
Dr. Lombardo frowned. I could tell he didn't appreciate my bold assessment of his character. I sighed. "I'm his next of kin. I have a right to know."
"I am sure your brother will tell you when he's good and ready." I glowered at him. The old bastard wasn't going to tell me anything. "If that is all Mrs. Castucci, I do have other patients to attend to."
"Fine." I stormed out the room and slammed the door behind me. The fucker was lucky I didn't have a knife.
"No luck then?" Edward asked, making me jump. I turned around to see him leaning against the wall with a smug grin on his face.
I glared at him. "You knew he wouldn't talk."
"True."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" I asked, annoyed.
"Would you have listened to me if I told you he wouldn't divulge any information about Emmett?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
Probably not.
I sighed. "I just want to know what happened to my brother. I'm not asking for missile launch codes or anything … I have a right to know."
"It's not pretty."
"I. Don't. Care," I said, exasperated.
"Fine, I'll tell you what I know, but only if you come home and rest."
"What about Em?"
"I'm sure he'll be okay for a few hours," Edward said, holding out his hand. I reluctantly took it. I didn't like the thought of leaving Em behind, but I believed I would be better equipped to help him heal if I knew all the details about his ordeal.
Edward led the way down the corridor to the back door. He stopped briefly in the kitchen to let his mother know that we were going home, that I needed to rest and we would be back in a few hours for dinner.
I just hoped that Edward was going to be forthcoming with answers once we got home and that this wasn't some sort of trick to get me to rest. If it was, he was never going to hear the end of it.