Chapter 126 A Thorny Rose, Yet Adorable
Under the immense pressure from Mr. Kingsley, Dr. Adams had no choice but to compromise.
Brooklyn closed her eyes. She knew that sooner or later, he would find out.
Dr. Adams shook her head with some regret. "Mrs. Kingsley's right hand once suffered a severe injury, damaging the tendons. I'm afraid it can't be fully restored. Moreover, I felt the meridians in her right palm. This injury is at least five years old."
Sebastian looked down at Brooklyn. She had just closed her eyes, perhaps trying to hide or avoid something. But when he looked at her, she quickly reverted to the Brooklyn he knew. She indeed had a bold personality and had encountered many things.
Brooklyn said, "Dr. Adams is indeed an expert. It's no wonder you could tell. Five years ago, I had an accident and injured my right hand. Since then, I haven't been able to hold a scalpel and had to switch from surgery to internal medicine. But now my hand is fine as long as I don't perform long surgeries."
She spoke frankly, skirting around the main issue and glossing over the incident.
Dr. Adams didn't press further and nodded. "Mrs. Kingsley, take good care. Mr. Kingsley, I'll take my leave now."
After Dr. Adams left, Sebastian scrutinized Brooklyn, examining her hand. "How many more secrets do you have that I don't know about?"
Brooklyn shrugged indifferently. "Since they are secrets, of course, they can't be known by outsiders. Can you say you have no secrets?"
Sebastian grabbed her right hand and examined it carefully, but there was no visible trace. What kind of injury from five years ago could still be detected?
"You don't need to know my secrets, but you can't hide anything from me," he said.
He maintained his usual domineering style, but she was immune to it.
"Alright, Mr. Kingsley, you can keep me in this luxurious villa for a lifetime, but you can't confine my true thoughts. I've told you that if you want my true heart, you can only exchange it with your true heart. Do you want my secrets? Then exchange them with yours," Brooklyn challenged.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled, then closed her eyes. "I'm tired, going to sleep."
Sebastian frowned as he looked at Brooklyn on the bed. She indeed had many secrets and was trying hard to hide something from him.
What could that secret be? She wouldn't say, but that was fine. He would find out.
The next day, Brooklyn woke up to find herself lying on the large bed in the villa. She adjusted a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable. Recently, she had been lying in different beds and was not used to it.
"Mrs. Kingsley, you're awake."
Brooklyn was suddenly much more awake when she heard that. She turned her head to look at the door, where a middle-aged woman in the Kingsley family's maid uniform stood, smiling respectfully.
Brooklyn recognized this maid. She had seen her twice when she was at the Kingsley family, seemingly one of the kitchen help.
"Aunt Isabella, what are you doing here?"
"Mr. Kingsley asked me to come back to take care of you. Savannah and Madison are here, too. If you need anything, just let us know."
Brooklyn frowned. Did Sebastian value her that much? The usually cold and deserted villa suddenly had three more people, making it lively, which she was not quite used to.
"I'm fine; you don't need to serve me. Go see if Mr. Kingsley needs anything," Brooklyn said.
Isabella remained standing, unmoved. "Mr. Kingsley instructed us to check on you first. Breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat in the bedroom or downstairs?"
Sebastian was surprisingly attentive.
"I'll go downstairs. Just help me with the toothpaste," Brooklyn said.
Her hand was injured, making it inconvenient to squeeze the toothpaste with her other hand. She also wasn't comfortable changing clothes with someone standing by.
Isabella nodded quickly. "Alright, Mrs. Kingsley."
How strange, the servants were treating her so well? Almost too well!
After freshening up, she went downstairs. A sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the dining table, starkly different from the simple and light breakfasts she usually made herself. The Kingsley family's servants always prepared lavish breakfasts. Even if there weren't many people eating, the table had to be filled with food.
Sebastian was sitting by the dining table reading the Prosperity Press. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her figure and coldly remarked, "Everyone's been waiting for you. You sure know how to make an entrance."
Everyone? There was only him eating here.
Brooklyn sat down, ignoring his sarcasm. "Next time, Mr. Kingsley, you should eat first. I can't afford to waste your precious time."
Sebastian frowned and put the newspaper aside. Her words were still so sharp!
"Do you see this? This is what breakfast should look like," Sebastian said sarcastically.
Brooklyn nodded. "I see it. My eyesight isn't that bad. With so many plates, how could I miss it?"
The servants prepared their plates, knives, forks, and spoons, then stepped aside.
Sebastian began to eat breakfast slowly. "You have no self-awareness. Think about the breakfasts you prepared. Don't you feel any shame?"
Brooklyn knew what he meant, but she didn't care. She started eating and sipping her soup without changing her expression. "Of course, I'm ashamed. Otherwise, I would have become a chef instead of a doctor."
Her retorts somehow made him find her a bit adorable.
Adorable? A thorny rose, no matter how adorable, was still poison.
As they ate and exchanged barbs, Brooklyn glanced at the newspaper in his hand and suddenly changed the subject. "Let me see your newspaper."
Sebastian looked up at her. "Each profession has its specialty. You won't understand it."
Brooklyn gritted her teeth. "I can understand it. You just don't want me to."
Sebastian sighed lightly. "If you want to see it, don't regret it afterward."
What could she possibly regret?
Sebastian handed the newspaper across the large dining table to Brooklyn. His natural and fluid motion made it seem as if they had been married for a long time. For a moment, they both felt a bit dazed.
Brooklyn shifted her gaze from his long fingers and looked down at the newspaper to hide her momentary embarrassment.
Sebastian's deep eyes seemed to be focused on the food, but in reality, he was observing Brooklyn's reaction, curious about how she would react to that piece of news.
Sure enough, she struggled with the stock market reports, but when she turned the page, her eyes suddenly froze!
The Mitchell Group?
She looked closely, her eyes widening. The Mitchell Group was involved in another scandal.
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