Knowing Rohan wanted a clear response, I gave him the same answer I used to say when I understood his words but did not agree with them.
“I heard you.”
His expression twisted with barely contained fury. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared, and just as he was about to explode, he shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, attempting to calm himself.
While he composed himself, I took the opportunity to scan the room.
That’s when I noticed it.
The cameras were off.
My stomach flipped, but I kept my face neutral.
The doctor peered inside the room.
Subtly, using the hand he couldn’t see, I made a small motion—indicating that the conversation was over.
Almost instantly, the cameras flickered back on.
As if on cue, Rohan snapped his eyes open and exploded.
“You better have heard me right, b**
