All Chapters of Dr. Brandt: Billionaires’ Club Book 5: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Which side is Dr. Brandt going to operate on?” “The left,” Jackson answered.“It’s possible. Only Dr. Brandt can answer that question for you,” she answered him.“True. Was it hard, though? To go through with it or to go through rehabilitation?”I folded my arms together as Dr. Palmer and I sat on a nearby bench, listening to the two talk.The thought of Jackson having this surgery, going through painstaking recovery, and having potentially severe side effects terrified me to my core. I was a mother. Biology demanded that I do everything in my power to keep my child from harm. It would go against nature for me to feel anything other than fear in this situation, but I reminded myself that this wasn’t about me. This was about Jackson, and he didn’t seem scared. If anything, he seemed intrigued.“Lisa’s mother was a lot like you,” Dr. Palmer said. “At least that’s how the story goes. I’ve only been here for a year, and Lisa’s surgery was performed four years ago.”“Four years ago?” I sa

“I know that drill all too well.” He crossed the room and pulled himself onto the OR table, sitting across from me. “It’s good to get that shit out of your head. You know, sometimes it can also be good for your sanity to bounce some of it off a brilliant doctor like me,” he teased. “Tell me, how the fuck did you lose a patient in surgery? I thought you were going to meet with the success story kid and your kid. I didn’t know you had surgery.”“Long story, but I was on standby for Novant’s surgical case today. The patient’s odds weren’t great, to begin with, but they were even worse not going in.”“Hardest cases, man,” he said, “How’s Novant handling it?”“Not sure. I bounced out of there after the surgery. I was hoping I could get ahold of Jessa and see how it went with her and her boy today.”“Your boy,” Jake teased, obviously still attached to my big ideas about winning back my ex and being more than a biological father to my son. “Or has that changed?”“Nothing’s changed,” I said.

“Ah, ah-ah,” I interrupted him. “I’m not done yet, Dr. Brandt.” I exhaled, my rage giving birth to some demon that had apparently been growing in me since Cameron left me years ago. My voice changed into some diabolical tone like I was possessed, and now, Cameron was about to hear everything I never knew I needed to say. “If running off to the next best thing is more important than helping my son, then I don’t give a fuck if you’re God’s gift to surgery, you have the most successful cases, or even if you have the mother fucking cure to cancer, I will not allow you to perform this life-altering surgery on my son.” The demonic voice that’d taken over me seemed to fade, but my anger wasn’t gone. “I’d like to offer you a suggestion: when you say you’re going to be there for a patient, be fucking there. It’ll serve you well to know that you can’t play with your patients’ minds like that and hurt them like you’re the very type to do.”“Anything else?” he said as if he were taking notes.“Ye

“Tick-tock,” I ignored her ridiculous drunken remarks, not wanting to encourage anything else to come out of this woman’s mouth. “Seriously, please cover up.”“Oh, Cammy,” she squealed, tap dancing on my last nerve. Her tits bounced all around while she giggled and put on a display for everyone walking on the beach on the other side of our terraces.Glass surrounded her balcony, making any number of activities visible to anyone walking in front of her home.With my bamboo privacy fence—which I was currently wishing was ten feet tall instead of four feet—I couldn’t see if this lady had exposed everything for the peaceful beach walking community or if it was just the bikini top that she’d stripped off.“Oh, dear God.” I heard Jessa’s familiar voice from below and cringed. I wondered if I should duck and not reveal this was my place. I could call her and cancel or face the fact that my neighbor was a lunatic.“Fucking hell,” I growled, then glared at Linda. “Clothes on, now!”I turned of

The cool breeze flowed nicely from the shore over the patio lining each side of this square home. The house wasn’t too cold, given the wall that didn’t have the ocean views, and it had a long custom gas fireplace that had warmed the room just enough to knock any extra chill out of the air.I walked over to where Jackson sat on the chaise part of Cam’s soft cream-colored sofa. Everything was so relaxed in this home. But of course, it was Cam’s, and I would expect nothing less than a Cape-Cod style beach home décor. It was airy, spacious, and spotless with zero clutter.“Damn, looks like you’re still Clean-Cam, eh?” I teased.I was met with a dark stare from Jackson when my motherly instincts took over, and I grabbed a throw from the other side of the sofa and placed it over Jacks as if he were three.“Seriously, Mom?” Jacks said as if I’d embarrassed him in front of a girlfriend.I heard Cameron stifle a laugh, prompting me to turn back and look at him, watching me piss off my poor kid