Chapter 138 Slipped Her Name off
What immense force could drive a five-year-old girl to leap from a building without hesitation?
Addison's yearning for her father, her longing for paternal love, had surpassed her fear. If a girl grew up without a father's presence, she could not have developed a well-adjusted personality.
Her heart was heavy, weighed down by an indescribable oppressive force.
After leaving the hospital room, Brooklyn walked to the hospital cafe, sat on a chair by the window, and looked up to observe the lush sycamore trees outside.
"I can't understand what that woman is thinking. The child is already five months old, and she wants to abort it! That's a baby boy in there! It would be such a shame to abort him. She's almost thirty as well. It will be hard for her to get pregnant again in the future," a female doctor said.
"The last time she came for a prenatal check-up, she said she was determined to have the baby. Today, she suddenly changed her mind. I think it has something to do with her man. They seem to be getting a divorce. Even if she has the baby, she won't get custody. It's better not to have the baby and avoid the pain of missing him in the future," her friend replied.
"Someone is always giving birth or having an abortion in the department. It's a constant play of joy and pain, like a TV show. The obstetrics and gynecology department truly is a magical place."
"Let's hurry. We have a busy day ahead."
The two female doctors talking got their coffee and left. Brooklyn tightly clutched her cup, forgetting to even stir.
Every child needed a father, and the child in Megan's belly was no exception. If she and Sebastian did not divorce, Sebastian would not be able to marry Megan. The child would inevitably lose one of its parents.
This was unfair to the child.
Children were innocent. Thus, for the sake of this child, she had to divorce Sebastian as soon as possible.
Brooklyn laughed self-deprecatingly at her reflection in the glass. She had always despised the saintly Mary Sue characters, yet now she found herself thinking like one.
The waiter brought her coffee. Brooklyn reached out to grab it, but it was so hot that she quickly let go. Then, holding the cup by its handle, she blew on it and took a small sip.
She checked her phone. There were no calls or messages. Sebastian truly did not care about her.
Their divorce was the best choice they could make.
When Brooklyn returned home from work, Megan was standing in the living room, scolding Savannah and Madison. Her words were extremely harsh, full of sarcasm and mockery, utterly lacking the grace expected of a lady. She sounded worse than a street vendor hurling insults.
"This is silk! A limited edition Prada scarf can't be washed in a washing machine. You probably haven't seen anything this nice before. Just like your mistress, you're all inherently lowly!
"And you, I asked for juice. How can you put so much sugar in it? Are you trying to kill me with how sweet it is? You know that sugar makes me fat. Don't you have any common sense? What's the point of keeping useless people like you around?
"Pick up the sunflower seed shells from the carpet one by one! This is a Persian long-pile carpet. You can't use a vacuum cleaner on it. Pick them up by hand, one by one! If you damage even a corner of the carpet, not even ten years of your salary will be enough to buy a new one!"
Megan had deliberately eaten sunflower seeds in the living room and tossed the shells onto the carpet. The carpet, made of soft, long-pile material, made it difficult to clean up the trash. She ordered the maids to pick them up, and Savannah and Madison dared not disobey. They knelt on the carpet to carefully collect the shells.
Brooklyn placed her shoes on the shoe rack in the foyer. Looking up, she saw a pair of bright red high heels on top of the pristine Caspanitino shoe rack. Megan's intention to dominate the household was blatantly obvious. She had already assumed the role of the mistress of the house!
Brooklyn picked up Megan's shoes, intending to throw them outside, but after a moment's thought, she simply shoved them to the bottom of the rack.
In the living room, Megan stood under the grand chandelier hanging from the dome ceiling. The brilliant crystal rays made her skin glow radiantly.
"Savannah, Madison, what are you doing? The carpet may be comfortable, but you should get up," Brooklyn said naturally as she put down her bag.
Savannah timidly looked at her. "Ms. Mitchell, Ms. Turner asked us to pick up the sunflower seed shells."
"Really? Who was so thoughtless to throw sunflower seed shells on the carpet? Whoever did it should pick them up. Savannah, get me a cup of coffee."
Megan sauntered over to her. "Brooklyn, because of you, Sebastian is so disgusted he won't come back, yet you still have the nerve to return!"
Brooklyn first sent Savannah to get the coffee before responding, "Megan, this tactic won't work on me. Save your energy. As for your Sebastian, you should think about why he really doesn't want to come back."
With that, Brooklyn sat down on the sofa. "Madison, stop picking up the shells."
Madison didn't dare to stop. "Ms. Mitchell, it's not clean yet."
"No need. It's just a dirty carpet. Madison, take it out and throw it away later."
Megan snapped. "I brought this from the Turner family! What do you mean by that, Brooklyn? Are you saying the Turner family's things are dirty? And what about Mitchell Villa? Your family cooks the books and evades taxes, and your sisters are constantly embroiled in scandals. How wonderful they are!"
Brooklyn's gaze shifted to Megan's belly, hiding the bitterness in her eyes with her coffee cup. "Mitchell Villa isn't as grand as the Turner family, but so what? Even with the Turner family's backing, you still can't get into the Kingsley family."
"Brooklyn, you have a vile tongue! No wonder Sebastian doesn't love you. He doesn't even tell you when he's leaving! Do you know where he is, what he's doing, or when he'll be back? I bet you have no idea!"
She, indeed, had no idea. "Do you know?"
Out of concern, Brooklyn could not help but ask that, disregarding whatever ill intentions Megan might have.
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