All Chapters of Meet My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ryan spent the next two hours in Cora's room. He could not bring himself to leave her, not after what had happened at the casino. Not after seeing Lisa's body and realizing how close he had come to ending up the same way.Caleb came in around seven thirty to check Cora's vitals. He moved through his routine with practiced efficiency, adjusting IV drips and checking monitor readings."Any change?" Ryan asked. He asked every time even though he knew the answer."No," Caleb said quietly. "Heart rate stable. Blood pressure holding steady. But no signs of consciousness. No response to external stimuli.""It has been over a week," Ryan said. His voice was hollow."I know." Caleb sat down in the chair across from Ryan. "Brain injuries are unpredictable. Some patients wake up after days. Some take weeks. Some take months.""And some never wake up at all," Ryan finished.Caleb did not deny it. They both knew the statistics. The longer Cora remained unconscious, the worse her prognosis became.

James Sterling closed his laptop and stood from his desk. The study suddenly felt too confining. Too full of the weight of what he had just set in motion. He needed air. Space to think.He walked through the mansion's corridors, past expensive artwork and antique furniture that represented generations of Sterling wealth. Wealth that should have been his. Would have been his if Alexander had not been born first. If primogeniture had not given his older brother control of everything their father had built.James had spent his entire life in Alexander's shadow. The younger brother. The one people barely remembered existed. While Alexander built empires and appeared in magazines, James had been relegated to managing the family's less glamorous holdings. Real estate portfolios. Investment funds. The boring work that kept the money flowing but earned no headlines.And he had accepted it. For decades, he had played his role. The dutiful younger brother. The reliable second-in-command. All wh

Hannah Miller had been a nurse for exactly four months. Her internship at County General Hospital was supposed to be a learning experience. A chance to work with experienced medical professionals and develop her skills. She had never expected to be given sole responsibility for monitoring one of the most high-profile patients in the hospital.But Dr. Caleb Sterling had personally selected her. Had told her that watching over his sister when he could not be present was the most important task he could give her. That Cora's life depended on careful, attentive care.Hannah took that responsibility seriously. Maybe too seriously. She had barely left Cora's bedside in the past three days. Even when her shift ended, she would linger. Checking monitors. Adjusting blankets. Making sure everything was perfect.Some of the other nurses teased her about it. Called her Dr. Sterling's pet. Said she was trying too hard to impress the handsome surgeon. But Hannah did not care what they said. She had

Caleb stood in the shadowy alcove near the service stairwell, his eyes fixed on the hallway that led to Cora's room. He had positioned himself carefully. Close enough to see anyone approaching. Far enough away that he would not be immediately noticed.The hoodie he wore was pulled low over his face. His hospital badge was hidden in his pocket. To anyone passing by, he looked like a visitor. Maybe someone waiting for news about a loved one. Not Dr. Caleb Sterling lurking in the shadows.His phone vibrated in his pocket. Ryan calling again."Anything?" Ryan asked immediately."No," Caleb said quietly. "Nothing yet. Hallway is quiet. Hannah left for the emergency room a few minutes ago like we planned. The guard is still at his post.""Maybe we were wrong," Ryan suggested. "Maybe it was just a prank call. Some sick person getting their kicks.""Or maybe they are waiting for the right moment," Caleb countered. "Hannah has only been gone five minutes. Whoever is planning this will want to

The Sterling brothers left the hospital after giving their statements to the police. It was past midnight by the time they got into Ryan's car. Exhaustion weighed on all of them but nobody suggested going home to sleep."We should go to the police station," Ryan said as he started the engine. "Be there when they interrogate Henley.""They will not let us in the room," Ethan replied. "And our presence might make him clam up even more than he already has.""So we just go home?" Ryan's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "While the man who tried to kill our sister sits in a cell refusing to talk?""We go home and regroup," Ethan said. "Get a few hours of sleep. Then in the morning I will go to the station with our lawyers. Apply pressure. Legal pressure. Financial pressure. Whatever it takes to make Henley talk.""He looked terrified," Caleb observed from the back seat. "More scared of whoever hired him than he was of going to prison.""Then we make him more scared of us," Ethan said.