Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 97

“From Chicago.”

“That’s my assumption. He didn’t say specifically, but-yes. Chicago.”

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I nodded slowly. Looked at the window. Looked at the ceiling. I looked back at my brother’s face, which was carrying the careful neutrality of someone who had an opinion that he wanted to state but knew better than to state it at this particular moment and was disciplining himself not to lead with it.

“What did you tell him?” I asked. “Beyond that you’d ask me.”`.

“I told him not to come to the hospital unannounced.” Cameron’s jaw shifted slightly. “I told him if he showed up without warning I’d have him removed before he got near your room.”

“Good.”

“And I told him that the answer might be nothing. That you might want no contact at all and that he needed to respect that before I’d agree to pass anything along.”

“Did he say he would?”

“He can’t come here,” I said.

“I told him-”

“I know what you told him. I’m telling you what I want.” I turned from the window to look at my brother directly. “I don’t want to see him, Cameron. Not here. Not while I’m-” I gestured at myself, at the room, at the IV and the hospital gown and the general evidence of a body that was still in the middle of fighting something. “Not like this.”

“Okay,” Cameron said. Simple. No argument, just accepting my words as final and not disagreeing with it.