Chapter 13 The Idea of Divorce
The opulent grandeur of Kingsley Villa's hall abruptly descended into silence. Sebastian's words had elicited a myriad of reactions from the three individuals present.
For Brooklyn, it was as if Sebastian had delivered a direct slap to her face. This metaphorical slap served as a rude awakening.
Three years prior, she should have acknowledged the fact that she never truly belonged to the Kingsley family. She had been living in a self-induced delusion, convincing herself that everything would eventually fall into place.
Now, it seemed that all her hopes and self-deceptions were no longer necessary.
The harsh and unforgiving concept of divorce flashed through her mind. In that moment, Brooklyn made a decision—she would file for divorce!
"I need to use the restroom," she announced, pushing her chair back and leaving the room. Only when her figure disappeared into the restroom around the corner did she allow herself to breathe a sigh of relief.
She was heartbroken.
Turning on the faucet, Brooklyn gazed at her lightly made-up face in the mirror while running her hands under the flow of water. Her once youthful and radiant face now appeared pale. The red blood vessels in her eyes were starkly visible. Just as her tears threatened to spill, Brooklyn raised her head in an attempt to suppress them.
Crying over Sebastian was foolish.
Unbeknownst to Brooklyn, Quinn had seen through her facade of strength and stubbornness.
"Sister-in-law, haven't you learned to cherish water resources?" Quinn teased.
Brooklyn was startled and looked up again, seeing another face reflected in the mirror. Their eyes met and Brooklyn suddenly realized that she had been washing her hands for an extended period of time.
She turned off the faucet and dried her hands with a paper towel. "Does the wealthy Kingsley family care about wasting this little bit of water?"
Quinn leaned against the wall, one leg bent, arms crossed, and studied Brooklyn. "Sister-in-law, the wealthier people are, the stingier they become!"
Brooklyn was not in the mood to joke about the wealthy and attempted to move past Quinn. His knee was strategically blocking the narrow aisle, making it difficult for Brooklyn to squeeze through sideways in her skirt. She could only give him an irritated look. "Not only are wealthy people stingy, but they also like to block the way?"
Quinn observed her somewhat annoyed expression but maintained his usual playful smile. "Sister-in-law, you're quite humorous. You're so beautiful, a renowned doctor, and your family is not bad either. Why doesn't Sebastian like you?"
If Quinn hadn't brought it up, Brooklyn might have been able to contain her anger. She raised her head and glared at him, retorting, "Mr. Kingsley, my relationship with Sebastian is our business and none of yours. Move aside."
Quinn purposely provoked her. "Sister-in-law, if you're not happy being with Sebastian, you can consider getting a divorce. Although you won't get half of Sebastian's wealth, you can still receive a considerable amount of alimony."
Facing Quinn's blunt provocation, Brooklyn squinted her eyes and clenched her teeth, repeating, "Move aside!"
Her anger only fueled Quinn's desire to provoke further. He smiled, extended his arm to block the aisle and pressed his hand against the opposite white tile. His knee and arm created a barrier, effectively trapping Brooklyn inside.
"Sister-in-law, if Sebastian were to see us like this, would he immediately ask for a divorce?" Quinn asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.
Brooklyn glared at him, clenched her fists, and her anger morphed into a cold smile on her face. With a frosty gaze, she mocked, "If Sebastian saw you flirting with his wife, wouldn’t he shoot you dead?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow, lowered his arms, and responded, "I just said you had a sense of humor, and suddenly you became so serious. How boring."
"Mr. Kingsley, if you're looking for fun, you've got the wrong person," Brooklyn retorted.
Quinn chuckled, "You're not mad at me, are you? I really didn't know your identity during the day."
Brooklyn didn't want to engage in further conversation. "What happened during the day? I forgot."
"Alright. You forgot. That's fine. That's fine," Quinn conceded, releasing his grip on her and making way for her. Brooklyn grabbed her skirt and quickly walked out.
Quinn watched Brooklyn leave, then turned to examine himself in the mirror. He smiled slightly and thought, 'Interesting, very interesting! I've gained quite a bit from this trip.'
The awkward family dinner finally came to an end.
Brooklyn and Sebastian didn't continue their charade of intimacy as they had when they arrived. They left the Kingsley Villa one after the other. It was already late and the weather was cold. Brooklyn instinctively hugged her arms and rubbed them several times to keep warm.
The driver opened the car door. Brooklyn looked at Sebastian, who didn't react at all. Brooklyn sneered, "Since we're not going the same way, you can go first."
Sebastian responded in a low voice, "Get in the car."
Brooklyn scoffed, "Dinner is already over. You don't need to act anymore, Mr. Kingsley."
Every time she said "Mr. Kingsley," Sebastian felt the urge to hold her down and tear her to shreds! He cursed silently, "Such an ungrateful woman!"
Sebastian stared at her with sharp eyes, his expression impatient.
"Get in the car, don't make me say it a third time."
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