All Chapters of Discarded by My Family, I Proved Them Wrong: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Hallowmere Mountain Clinic sat on the northern slope, two thousand meters above sea level, in a valley veiled in mist for most of the year. Its telephone number was printed at the bottom of a clinic brochure Sean had once seen on Voss's office desk. The ringtone sounded five times before a young woman answered in a sleepy voice."Hallowmere Clinic, good morning.""Good morning. This is Dr. Sean Weiss from Terrai Medical Center." Sean spoke quickly and calmly. "I'm looking for a patient named Aldens Greene. Is he registered there?""Please wait a moment, Doctor."The sound of typing came through. Valena gripped the edge of the blanket until her knuckles went white. Across the room, Marta had woken and was watching them with swollen, anxious eyes."Yes, Doctor. Mr. Greene checked in last night at ten past nine. His examination was scheduled for ten days from now, but he asked to have it moved up because he wasn't feeling well. Room twelve."Valena covered her mouth with her palm. Her ey

Chapter 64Hallowmere Mountain Clinic was in chaos.The helicopter touched down in the small meadow behind the main building, its downdraft flattening the wild grass in every direction and sending thin wisps of mist streaming off the slope. Sean jumped out before the rotors had even stopped, his coat whipping around him, two armed officers following warily at his heels. Beside him, Director Voss stepped down more calmly, though his jaw was set like iron.The clinic stood in the middle of a mist-shrouded valley, a red-brick building with a dark shingled roof and arched windows hidden behind curtains. In the front courtyard, several security vehicles with flashing lights were parked at haphazard angles, and a group of patients wrapped in heavy blankets huddled beneath the porch, frightened, while nurses tried to calm them. The glass door of the lobby was shattered on one side. Shards lay scattered across the marble floor, along with loose papers from overturned files and a toppled vase,

Hours later, the hospital helicopter finally touched down on the roof of Terrai Medical Center with a gentle jolt that shook the whole fuselage.Sean had the door open before the rotors stopped turning. The wind from the blades slapped his face, whipping his hair and the hem of his coat, which still smelled of smoke, but he didn't feel it. He sprinted across the concrete rooftop, through the steel door, and down the emergency stairwell two steps at a time, and in his head there was only one floor number, tolling like a bell.Seven."Doctor!" Director Voss called from behind him, his voice muffled between the concrete walls of the stairwell.Sean ignored him. He knew the old man would understand. Two security guards followed at a measured pace, and at the very back, a man in his sixties with a torn coat and cracked glasses came down the stairs more slowly, supported by Voss, now and then dabbing his sweaty forehead with a crumpled handkerchief.The corridor of the research wing on the

Night descended over Terrai Medical Center like a velvet curtain being drawn slowly closed.On the ground floor, behind the frosted glass door of a small, windowless meeting room, the ceiling lights burned dimly over a long table of dark-stained wood. On the large screen above it was the face of a man in his thirties, in a rumpled shirt, dark circles under his eyes, sitting at a computer somewhere far away in Aethelgrad. Rafael.Sean stood with his arms crossed, his back against the wall. Director Voss sat at the head of the table with a folder open in front of him. There were no attendants, no nurses, no official record that would preserve this conversation."I'll start with the simplest part," Rafael said. His voice crackled slightly through the speaker, but his tone was steady. "The hotel is called the Hotel Marlowe, in the old district, seven blocks from the central station. Four stories, old, rarely visited by tourists. A tenant has occupied suite six-oh-four on a monthly basis f