I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 31

**Chapter 31**

“Are you feeling hungry?” Madison inquired, her tone shifting to a lighter note as she tried to divert the conversation. “We could order some room service while we wait for the doctor to arrive.”

Sophie turned her gaze towards her friend, a stubborn frown creasing her forehead. “I need to go to work,” she insisted, her voice firm and unwavering.

Madison’s expression softened with concern. “Sophie, I really don’t think that’s a wise decision. You took quite a blow to your head. It’s going to take some time for you to heal properly. But,” she raised her hand, cutting off any potential argument, “let’s just wait to hear what the doctor has to say first.”

With a reluctant sigh, Sophie acquiesced. She settled onto the edge of the bed, her mind swirling with thoughts of her job, the responsibilities awaiting her, and the nagging feeling of being sidelined. The wait didn’t stretch on for long. The door swung open, revealing a doctor who entered with a clipboard in hand, his demeanor professional yet approachable. “Sophie,” he greeted her, “how are you feeling today?”

“Pretty good,” she replied, attempting to sound more assured than she felt.

“Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” he suggested, his voice calm and reassuring.

Madison glanced at Sophie, giving her a gentle nod. “We’ll step outside for a bit, Sophie,” she said, and with that, she and Kyle slipped into the hallway, leaving Sophie alone with the doctor.

As the doctor began his examination, the door creaked open once more, and two police officers entered the room. The sight of them made Sophie jump; her heart raced as she instinctively glanced at the doctor, who maintained a steady, calm gaze. “Sophie, the officers are here to take your statement regarding the attack. I’ll return once they’re finished,” he said, standing up and nodding to the officers before stepping out.

Sophie felt a wave of panic wash over her as the officers approached. The tension in the air was palpable, and just then, Kyle strode confidently back into the room, standing beside her. The officers turned to him, their expressions unreadable. “We need to speak to the victim alone,” one officer stated firmly.

Kyle crossed his arms defiantly. “Not happening. She’s my sister, and I’m staying right here,” he asserted without a hint of hesitation. Sophie’s heart swelled with gratitude and surprise at his boldness. She glanced at the officers, who exchanged glances but ultimately conceded to his demand.

Sophie couldn’t help but wonder how they had bought that fabrication. She and Kyle didn’t share any resemblance. Shaking off her thoughts, she focused on the officers. “Miss, can you tell us what happened?” one of them prompted, his pen poised over his notepad.

Closing her eyes for a fleeting moment, Sophie took a deep breath, trying to gather her fragmented thoughts. She could feel Kyle’s eyes on her, filled with concern. In that moment, a protective instinct surged within her, compelling her to shield him and Madison from any potential fallout.

With a steadying inhale, she began, “I was walking back to where I live yesterday around two fifteen in the afternoon.”

“Which is where?” an officer interjected, his tone professional yet probing.

“Hope House,” Sophie replied softly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice.

The officer’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You’re homeless?”

A flush of humiliation crept across Sophie’s cheeks, but she managed a quick nod, feeling exposed under their scrutiny.

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