“We have to make sure the original medical records are legally admissible,” Hanz said as he lowered his sunglasses, studying Devandra’s face across the table.

In the corner of a small café tucked away in Blok M, the two men sat with serious expressions. On the table between them was a thick folder filled with photocopies of records from a hidden clinic Lyra had once visited.

Devandra nodded. “I’ve already contacted the company’s regular lawyer. But we need to tread carefully. ...