All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“The surgery was successful.”That was the first thing the doctor said when he stepped out, his mask already pulled down, his face tired but composed like he had done everything he could. I stared at him for a second, letting the words sink in, waiting for the relief to come, but it didn’t come the way I expected it to. It just sat there, heavy, like there was something else tied to it.I nodded slowly. “And?”There was a pause, small but noticeable, and that was enough to tell me that it wasn’t just going to end there. My chest tightened slightly as I waited, my eyes fixed on him, not giving him the chance to brush past it.“There were complications during the surgery,” he said, his tone careful, measured like he was choosing every word. “His brain activity dropped at some point… it stopped briefly.”I didn’t react immediately. I just looked at him, trying to process what that meant, but my mind already knew before he explained further. My jaw tightened slightly.“What do

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂We were just about to leave the station when the detective called out to us again. I had already taken a few steps toward the door, my mind not even in the room anymore, just focused on getting out, getting back to the hospital, getting back to Frank.“Mr. Tim,” he said. “Wait.”I stopped, my body stiff for a second before I turned slowly. Sheila was beside me, her hand still lightly wrapped around my arm like she didn’t trust me to stand on my own.“We found something at the scene,” the detective continued, his tone more neutral now. “It belongs to the victim. You should have it.”Victim.The word didn’t sit right with me.I nodded slightly, even though my chest tightened at the sound of it, then moved back toward the chairs without saying anything. Sheila guided me down gently, like she was afraid I would collapse again if she let go too soon.“Don’t think about it too much,” she said softly, her voice calmer than everything else around me. “Everything will be fine.”I m

꧁࿇ Ｅｒｉｃ࿇꧂I stayed where I was for a while, not moving, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands hanging loosely between them. The metal bench was cold, but I barely noticed it. My body was there, but my head… my head was somewhere else entirely.I let out a slow breath and leaned forward, dragging my fingers through my hair, gripping it for a second before letting go.This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.Everything had gone wrong somewhere along the line, and now it had all piled up into this one moment that I couldn’t step out of no matter how much I tried to piece it apart in my head.“I didn’t hit him,” I muttered quietly, the words sounding strange even to me, like they didn’t carry enough weight to match everything they were tied to.Because saying it didn’t change anything.Didn’t erase what happened.Didn’t change the fact that Frank was lying in a hospital bed, probably hooked up to machines, probably not even awake.And it definitely didn’t change the fact that Tim look

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I stood outside the ward, my body refusing to move even though every part of me wanted to push past those doors and get to him. The glass panel in front of me did nothing to soften what was happening inside. If anything, it made it worse, because I could see everything clearly, every movement, every rushed step, every desperate attempt they were making to bring him back.Sheila stood beside me, one hand wrapped around my arm like she was anchoring me in place, like she knew that if she let go, I would break apart completely. I didn’t even realize how hard I was gripping her until she shifted slightly, but she didn’t complain, didn’t try to pull away. She just stayed there, steady, solid, the only thing keeping me from collapsing right there on the floor.Inside, the doctors moved fast. Too fast.Voices overlapped, sharp and urgent, instructions thrown around like seconds actually mattered, like they were trying to beat something they couldn’t see but knew was there. One o

꧁࿇ Ｅｒｉｃ࿇꧂I sat still in my seat, hands resting against my thighs, my back straight even though every part of me felt tense. The chair wasn’t uncomfortable, but I couldn’t settle into it either. It felt temporary, like nothing here was meant to give any form of ease.The low murmur of voices filled the courtroom, people talking in hushed tones, papers shifting, footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor. It should have sounded normal, routine even, but it didn’t. Every sound felt sharper than it should have been, like my senses were picking up too much all at once.The lawyer Laura had hired for me sat beside me, flipping through documents with a calm that I couldn’t match. He looked focused, composed, like this was just another case for him, just another client sitting next to him waiting for a verdict that would change everything. Every now and then he leaned slightly toward me, murmuring something about the process, about what to expect, about how things were going, but