All Chapters of SINFUL KNOT LUSTING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD: Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

The doctor left quickly. Too quickly.Almost as if someone had pulled a string tied to his back and yanked him out of the room. His shoes clicked against the tiles in nervous little bursts, fading down the hallway like he could not wait to get away from us. What a cowardly twerp.Valery followed him out with that same exaggerated panic plastered across her face, one hand pressed dramatically to her forehead like she had just witnessed a tragedy worthy of a stage. Moana trailed behind her loudly, her sobs practiced and theatrical. Her cries rose and fell like she wanted the whole hospital to hear her grief and applaud her for it. At this point I was fully convinced she was back in her mother's camp, all those sob stories about her being sorry had been tossed in the air. Well… I didn't care about her, I had better things to think of at the moment.The door shut.And immediately the room shifted.Silence returned in a heavy wave, so thick it pressed against my ears, swallowing the fain

We finally left my father’s room when Harold insisted I needed air before I suffocated myself with panic. The hallway outside was dim,a little too empty for a hospital. Kade walked ahead, checking every corner like something about the place offended him. Harold stayed close behind me, one hand brushing my back once in a while, grounding me without making it obvious.We did not talk much.There was nothing to talk about that would not break me open again.We stopped by the exit doors to get a breather. The air smelled cleaner away from the chemicals inside my father’s room. I rubbed my arms, still feeling Harold’s earlier touch like it had burned into my skin.Kade lifted his wrist to check the time. “We need to get Pearl home. This place seems compromised.”I nodded, even though part of me wanted to stay with my father. But the three of us were stretched thin. I needed food. Water. Sleep. A moment to think without the constant threat of someone slipping into the room when my eyes blin

Vicky arrived at the east wing with her hair tied back and her posture arranged in her usual flirty and bold self. She carried a layered confidence the kind people let into rooms without suspicion. In her hands was a covered bowl, steam drifting out gently, carrying the smell of herbs and warmth.Pearl sat by the vanity lost in her own tiredness. Her eyelids low, shoulders slightly slumped, as though the world had been mistreating her all day. The lights around her glowed faintly, giving the room a soft golden haze.Vicky knocked lightly. “Pearl. I brought something for you.”Pearl turned slowly with a practiced weary smile. “Vicky. What is it.”“I thought of you,” Vicky said, stepping into the room with careful steps that left no trace of guilt. “You have been stuck in here all day. Everything is tense. Everyone is on edge. Patricia came home earlier and went straight to the kitchen. You know how she is when she is nervous. She cooked half the pantry.”Pearl arched a brow. “Patricia