The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329 You look terrible

Mia’s POV

“I’m showing some privacy restrictions on this account. Let me see if I can get someone from patient services.”

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting across from a tired–looking administrator who kept glancing at

her watch.

“Mrs. Branson, your ex–husband’s records are sealed by court order, as I mentioned when you called yesterday. However, if this is a medical emergency…”

“It’s not an emergency exactly. But I need to see him. Please.”

She looked at me for a long moment, taking in whatever she saw in my face. “I can’t give you his room number, but I can tell you that visiting hours ended at nine PM.”

“Can you call him? Tell him I’m here?”

Another pause. “I can try to reach him, but I can’t guarantee he’ll agree to see you.”

She picked up her phone and dialed an extension. I could hear it ringing, once, twice, three times.

“Mr. Branson? This is Carol from patient services. I have someone here who says she’s your ex- wife… Yes, she said Mia… I see. Are you sure?… Alright, I’ll let her know.”

She hung up and looked at me with something that might have been sympathy. “He said to tell you he’s in room 847.”

The eighth floor was quiet except for the usual hospital sounds: the beeping of monitors, the soft swoosh of ventilation systems, the distant murmur of nurses at their stations. I followed the room numbers down a carpeted hallway that smelled like disinfectant and the particular sadness of places where people came to be fixed.

Room 847 was at the end of the hall, its door slightly ajar. I could see a slice of the room through the gap–the foot of a hospital bed, the edge of a window that looked out onto the city’s scattered lights.

I stood there for a full minute, my hand raised to knock, before I finally found the courage to push the door open.

Kyle was sitting in the chair beside the window, not in the hospital bed. He wore regular clothes- dark jeans and a gray sweater that hung loosely on his frame–but there was an IV stand beside him with a line running to his left arm. The light from the hallway fell across his face, and I could see how dramatically he’d changed since the last time I’d seen him without the Jackson Maxwell disguise.

The sharp cheekbones I’d noticed before were even more pronounced now, his skin stretched tight

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Chapter 320 You look terrible

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over bone. His hair was shorter than I remembered, dark brown Instead of the bleached color he’d maintained as Maxwell, and there were premature streaks of gray at his temples,

He looked up when I entered, and for a moment neither of us spoke.

His eyes were the same brown I remembered, but they seemed too large now in his gaunt face. The skin around them was dark, almost bruised–looking.

“Mia.” His voice was rougher than I remembered.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my hand still on the handle.

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