Chapter 137 Catching Up

• Viktor sat in his office, staring at the ceiling, the events of the night at the club replaying in his mind like a broken record. His head throbbed, and no amount of whiskey or work could quiet the storm inside him. The name Amanda lingered in his thoughts, taunting him, pulling at the edges of his fragmented memory.
• “Enough,” he muttered to himself, standing abruptly and grabbing his coat. He knew he couldn’t go on like this. If there was something wrong with his mind, he needed answers—needed to fix it.
• Within the hour, Viktor was in the sleek waiting room of the city’s most prestigious neurology clinic. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, and the soft hum of the AC did little to ease his tension. He tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair as he waited for his turn, his impatience growing with each passing second.