Chapter 462
Gavin’s POV
I can’t remember the last time I actually came to visit my sister. Usually, I would send one of my men to come and get a report on her condition. Part of me wanted turn around and go home; I shouldn’t have let my mother get under my skin like this, but knowing Cassandra wanted to see Matthew was driving me insane. There was no way in hell I was ever letting her know him again, not after what she did to him when he was only a baby. She lost every right she had to him the second she took off with him and that monster.
Catherine peeked up at me through her glasses and nodded as she typed something on her computer. She kept a log of all patients in her database and whether or not they could accept visitors at specific times. Some visitors misbehave and have their visitor rights revoked for a certain period of time. I wasn’t surprised that my sister would end up needing to be checked.
After a moment, Catherine finally nodded and stood from her seat.
“I’ll go grab her. You can head into the visitor lounge,” she told me. “Do you need security in the room with you?”
“No, I can handle my own sister,” I murmured as I walked towards the door that was labeled ‘Visitor Lounge.’
She nodded as she headed towards the inpatient center.
“They will be posted outside the door. Cassandra Landry is quite unpredictable,” she murmured as she disappeared through the doors.
She didn’t have to tell me twice; she had always been unpredictable.
Sighing, I walked into the visitor lounge. It was a comfortable room that they set up like a living room, minus the television. There were a few nice couches, a few chairs, a large bookshelf, a water bubbler in the corner, a mini fridge with a microwave on top of it, and a large window that overlooked the facility garden. The window had long flowing curtains that touched the ground, and it matched the overall soft color theme of the room.
I wiped my sweat-soaked hands on my pants, unsure of why I was suddenly so nervous. I never got nervous over anything, and yet here I was, sweating uncontrollably. This was ridiculous; I was here for one reason and one reason only. To tell Cassandra she couldn’t meet with Matt.
I sat down on the couch, willing myself to stop pacing like a lunatic.
I waited for what felt like an eternity; of course, there was a chance she was sleeping. It was kind of late.
After a long while, the door finally opened, and Cassandra walked in with a guard behind her. He said something to her that made her eyes roll, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. My eyes were immediately scanning her face and her body; she looked healthy, just as my mother had said. But that didn’t mean I trusted her; I still wanted her to stay away from Matthew, despite whether she was clean or not. She wore casual clothing, and her hair was tied in a neatly brushed-out ponytail.
The guard shut the door behind her, leaving her alone in the room with me. Her eyes flickered to me as if she was just noticing me for the first time, and I saw the surprise in her eyes. Clearly, they didn’t tell her who they were meeting with tonight.
“Gavin?” She asked, her tone coming out as a whisper. “You came…”
I stood to my feet, already feeling my blood boil.
“Yes,” I replied, my tone coming out rougher than intended. “I thought it was time that we talked.”
She nodded and then glanced around for a moment; I saw disappointment crossing her face as her eyes found mine again.
“Is Matthew here as well?” She asked, a bit of hope lingering in her tone.
“No, he’s not,” he said, unable to hide the irritation in my tone. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
I saw her expression fall for a moment before she picked herself back up and nodded.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Then, let’s sit down.”
She tentatively walked over to one of
the chairs and lowered herself into
it. I
down on the couch I was
originally sitting on.
sitting on.
Cons
“I’m assuming you spoke to Mom,” she said, her eyes finding mine.
I nodded.
“Yes, I just had dinner with her,” I murmured. “She never changes.” Cassie snorted.
“That’s an understatement. She’s such a meddler. But I’m glad she spoke to you. I’ve been wanting to
out myself… but I’ve been so
raid you’d just reject my calls.”