Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Third Person’s POV

Seraphina was bluffing. Mostly.

She’d seen the orderly’s face last night-the kind of raw, unvarnished terror that didn’t come from a simple mistake.

If the hospital systems were clean, the leak was in the nursing staff.

And an orderly with no history of malpractice has no reason to risk a murder charge to frame a surgeon. Unless someone bought

him.

And there was only one person in the building with the motive and the bank account to do it.

But the look in Vivian’s eyes? That wasn’t a bluff.

That was a confession. Under Seraphina’s clinical, soul-piercing gaze, Vivian’s composure didn’t just crack-it disintegrated.

“Miss Davis, Rolf is your blood,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, low frequency. “No matter how much you hate me, using your brother’s life as a pawn to frame me is a new low. Even for you.”

Vivian stumbled back like she’d been struck. Her heart was redlining. “What are you talking about?! You’re saying I’d kill my own brother just to get back at you? You’re insane!” Her voice spiked into a shrill, desperate shriek. It was the sound of a cornered animal.

Inside Mortimer’s head, Barton-his wolf-let out a low, vibrating snarl of disgust. The predator’s instinct knew a lie when it

smelled one.

Vivian turned to Mortimer, her eyes swimming in tears. “Morty, do you hear this? This is their ‘explanation’? They’re making me the scapegoat!”

Mortimer stayed silent.

His logic was at war with his wolf’s intuition.

He looked at Seraphina, his expression a chaotic mess of doubt and tension.

Seraphina didn’t give him a second look. She just turned back to Vivian. “I hope you can maintain that level of conviction for the next seventy-two hours.”

“This has gone too far,” Connor interjected, his face hardening. “You can’t just throw out wild accusations because you have Mortimer’s backing, Seraphina. That’s not how this works.” 1

Connor was a shark.

He knew Mortimer was a stickler for the rules.

He looked at Mortimer, his voice turning smooth and manipulative. “Mortimer, Professor Bauer said we’d have answers in three days. But until then, we have a problem. We don’t trust Seraphina with Rolf’s life anymore. You have to understand we’re parents. We can’t leave our son in the hands of the person we’re investigating.”

Mortimer rubbed his temples, the irritation boiling over.

He wanted this to be over. “Fine. Swap her out. Since Professor Bauer said three days, we’ll wait three days. If there’s no result after three days, I’ll give you all an explanation myself.”

Connor was a smart man who knew when to stop.

“Since you’ve said so, Mortimer, of course I trust you. But I have only one request now: we want to change the attending healer.”

Connor glanced at Seraphina. “Although the investigation results aren’t out yet, we no longer feel comfortable letting

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Seraphina continue to treat Rolf. You have to understand how parents feel.”

Mortimer waved his hand impatiently. “Then change.”

The room went cold. Every eye in the place snapped to Mortimer.

Deep in his subconscious, Barton let out a long agonized howl. His Alpha had just publicly hung his own mate out to dry

Professor Bauer looked like he wanted to jump over the table. “Mortimer! You actually think she compromised the case?”

Mortimer didn’t look at Bauer. He looked at Seraphina.

She didn’t look angry. She didn’t look hurt.

She looked like she’d expected him to fold the second the Davis family pushed.

He could not remember when Seraphina’s attitude toward him had become like this.

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