"You are welcome to wait for us in the office," Micheal gestured to Davian.
He immediately took a couple of steps back at the cutting glare the Mafia King had directed at him, keeping his fingers crossed that he wouldn't get shot.
Lake stared at the perfect white floors in the clinical room until Davian left.
"I apologize for the unorthodox way of things, Lake," Doctor Perez started quietly.
"There's usually a questionnaire to be filled, and you're welcome to take it with you."
Lake frowned, looking up, "A questionnaire?"
He had asked for some private time with the doctor to ask some questions about the effects of sleeping drugs on a baby.
"The routine questions, how stable your mental health is, if there's any case of family violence…"
Lake pursed his lips, the doctor was awfully quick to jump to conclusions.
At first, he had called him Davian's mate, and now, he was tagging them as a family.
