Chapter 352 Fight
Scott noticed Frederick's icy gaze sweeping over him. He was momentarily stunned but then smiled faintly and explained, "I didn't know Sebastian was going to call you over. Ms. Roberts came to see me. She said she needed my help. Considering we're all acquaintances and friends, I let her come over."
Scott looked fearless as he spoke. After finishing, he took a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and glanced at Amber. Amber, standing to the side, received Scott's look and walked toward Frederick.
"Frederick, I didn't know you would come, so that's why I'm here," Amber began, her voice shaking but determined. "I'm really having health issues now. You can check at the hospital. This time, I'm not lying. I just wanted Scott to help me contact a more authoritative hospital in this field. Even though we've broken up, we're still friends, right? I hope you won't be so ruthless toward me."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall, tracing glistening paths down her cheeks. She stopped a safe distance in front of Frederick.
Sebastian, listening to Amber's plea, put down his glass and looked up at Frederick. He had also heard about Amber's situation earlier.
"Now that you're back with Amelia, what more does she want? Does she want you to cut off all contact with other women and have you all to herself? Both of those sisters are mentally ill," Sebastian spat out, his voice dripping with contempt.
Amber's eyes widened in surprise as Sebastian continued, his anger palpable. "Ms. Roberts was previously cured, but now her old illness has relapsed. No matter what, Amelia, as her attending physician, bears some responsibility," he added, his gaze shifting accusingly toward Frederick. "Frederick, are you so blinded by Amelia that you've lost your basic ability to distinguish right from wrong?"
Amber was taken aback to see Sebastian come to her defense at this moment.
But then she remembered the recent fallout between Sebastian and Rachel. It made sense that some of Sebastian's frustration with Rachel had indirectly transferred to Amelia.
After all, Sebastian and Frederick had been close friends since childhood.
Suppressing her bubbling excitement, Amber felt a glimmer of hope. With Sebastian speaking up for her, she reasoned that Frederick wouldn't be entirely heartless.
"Mr. Kingsley, you misunderstood. My relapse has little to do with Dr. Davis," Amber interjected, her voice soft yet firm. "Maybe I haven't been taking good care of my body, which is why this problem occurred. Dr. Davis has switched departments and can't perform surgery on me again, which I understand. But Frederick, can you not kick me out of General Hospital? I want to stay there for treatment. It's the most authoritative hospital I know for this condition. I really can't find another place to treat my illness."
Frederick's eyes turned cold, and he didn't look at Amber but instead coldly stared at Sebastian. "I think you're sick. If you have time tomorrow, go to General Hospital and see a psychiatrist. I'll pay for it." His tone was icy, cutting through the room like a blade.
Sebastian, hearing this, suddenly stood up from the sofa, glaring at Frederick. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.
Frederick's expression was indifferent, with a hint of coldness between his brows.
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Scott quickly stood up and pulled Sebastian back. He persuaded, "We've been good friends for so many years. What's the point of arguing? Frederick, he's drunk. Don't take it to heart."
Sebastian gritted his teeth, staring at Frederick with a look of defiance. He snapped, "Frederick, we've been friends for so many years. I just casually mentioned Amelia, and you're already upset. If I say a few more words, are you planning to break off our friendship for Amelia?"
Frederick's eyes grew colder. He shot back icily, "If you dare say another word about her, not only will I break off our friendship, but I'll also make sure you leave here on a stretcher."
Amber rarely heard Frederick speak so harshly. She froze, standing to the side, not daring to make a sound.
Sebastian, having had a bit to drink, couldn't control his emotions. His face was filled with resentment. He sneered, "The Davis sisters are both bitches. Frederick, you just haven't fallen to my level yet. Otherwise, you'd end up just like me!"
Scott, standing next to Sebastian, looked a bit more serious.
Frederick's face was cold as he raised his hand and punched Sebastian in the face. Blood immediately flowed from the corner of Sebastian's mouth.
Amber had never seen Frederick resort to physical violence before. Her expression was a mix of shock and dismay as she clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp.
Yet, since Sebastian had defended her, she knew she needed to do something. She reached out as Frederick was about to launch another punch, tightly grabbing his arm.
"Frederick, stop. Mr. Kingsley is just drunk. He didn't mean to insult Dr. Davis," she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Seeing Frederick being held back by Amber, Sebastian wiped the corner of his mouth and seized the opportunity to punch Frederick.
Frederick forcefully shook off Amber's grip and retaliated with a powerful kick to Sebastian's stomach. The impact sent Sebastian staggering back several steps before he fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Scott stood off to the side, smoking a cigarette, his expression indifferent. He glanced briefly downstairs where the partygoers seemed to have noticed the commotion in the VIP room. Despite not hearing any sounds, it was clear that a fight involving Frederick and Sebastian was underway. The sight of the two former close friends brawling prompted some people to start recording videos.
Amber, hurt and bruised from hitting the table edge, crawled over to Frederick and clung to his arm.
She insisted, "Frederick, stop. I apologize to Dr. Davis on behalf of Mr. Kingsley."
Frederick stopped his punch, coldly glanced at Amber, and spat out two words. "Get out!"
Amber was stunned by Frederick's roar, tears streaming down her face. She didn't dare to approach further and could only sit on the carpet, silently crying.
Scott, standing to the side, put out his cigarette in the ashtray and then walked over to separate the two.
He sighed, "Calm down, calm down."
Frederick shook off Scott's hand, his face cold as he said in a deep voice, "Stop giving him fake alcohol, so he doesn't get drunk and go crazy!"
Scott was momentarily stunned and helplessly defended himself, "My alcohol is all from legitimate sources."
Frederick snorted coldly, shook his hand, and was about to leave when the police blocked his way at the door.
The police had a subtle expression when they saw Frederick. They stated, "We received a report that there was a fight here."
Frederick frowned and turned to Scott.
Scott immediately shrugged, indicating it had nothing to do with him.
Sebastian, lying on the ground with a bruised face, heard the police and sneered, shouting angrily, "Get out!"
Sebastian didn't want to press charges, so the police had him sign a waiver and then left.
Frederick coldly glanced at Sebastian, then turned and left.
Sebastian threw a fit in the room, overturning the table in frustration. Exhausted, he finally lay back on the sofa, covering his eyes with a look of pain.
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