The twilight was blood-red as Ian stepped through the Carter family's house. His shadow stretched across the marble floor.
Smack!
A medical report, reeking of disinfectant, was flung hard against Vanessa's face. The sharp edge of the paper left a red welt on her pale cheek.
Vanessa, who was curled up on the leather sofa, shuddered violently like a frightened fawn caught in the hunter's gaze.
"Your serotonin levels are normal. Dopamine receptor activity is stable. Every indicator is perfectly fine." Ian's voice was cold. "Vanessa, you were never depressed. Why did you lie to us?"
The air felt dense.
Ryan, standing off to the side, crumpled the report into a ball and tossed it into the trash. "Who do you think you are, checking Vanessa's private medical records? Mental illness isn't something you can diagnose with a simple blood test–"
"Then what about this?" Ian threw down a fraudulent diagnosis report, his gaze growing sterner. "There's no psychiatrist named Dr. Zayn.
"There w
