Chapter 156: Recovering the Truth
Sebastian's use of the word "love" indicated that Brooklyn was truly not an ordinary woman. Brandon readily agreed and promised to do his best to uncover the truth.
"What else do you want to know besides her injury five years ago? Isn't that one incident enough to make you so distressed?" Brandon wasn't a fool. Sebastian was such a tough man whose heart wasn't made of iron.
"Besides that, there's something else I've recently started to doubt. Was the drugged drink I had that night really Brooklyn's doing?" Sebastian only remembered that night at Aucester's largest bar, surrounded by many women. He couldn't recall which things went wrong. 'Is the drink he mixed by her own hands, or did she mistakenly take someone else's?' Sebastian pondered. 'After getting drunk, was it her who he forced onto the bed, or did she willingly sleep with him? Did Brooklyn orchestrate the whole thing, or was she passively enduring it?' Back then, in his anger, Sebastian directed all his resentment towards her. 'No, if she was innocent, why did she ask him to marry her afterward?' Sebastian was lost in her thought.
The scenes from back then were replayed in slow motion like frames from a movie. But Sebastian's memory had gaps. There must have been something he didn't remember. He wanted to retrieve the lost memories and uncover the truth!
Brandon understood. "Alright, I'll first investigate her time during her studies, then look into the drink incident in the country. Sebastian, your half-brother has also returned to the country. It seems quite chaotic now."
Sebastian sneered, "Just don't stir up more trouble."
After that, Brandon concluded, "Get some rest now. It's already one in the morning. I'll listen to your story later and investigate this extraordinary woman who has stirred up genuine feelings in Mr. Kingsley."
After ending the video call, Sebastian went downstairs again. A thought flashed through his mind. 'If the events from back then are truly her scheme, will he give her up? Damn it! Where has his carefree spirit gone?'
The next morning.
Brooklyn, hungover and dizzy, felt the sun's lazy warmth on her face through the window. The air conditioning kept the room cool, making the bright sunlight not too hot.
Rubbing her forehead, Brooklyn was stunned. How did she get back last night? She remembered downing a glass of whiskey with Sebastian, then nothing else.
Lifting the summer blanket, Brooklyn lowered her head. 'Where were her clothes?! Her dress from last night?' Brooklyn thought. She was now wearing pajamas and even had her underwear changed!
'What happened last night?!' Brooklyn pondered.
At least for now, Brooklyn wouldn't know that Sebastian had come down from the second floor and entered her room last night. She had vomited profusely, wetting her clothes and even soiling Sebastian's Versace suit. Sebastian had mustered all the patience he had accumulated in his life to help her undress, clean her up, and change her into fresh underwear and pajamas.
The conclusion was that Sebastian had hardly slept last night due to her antics, while she slept soundly, unaware of his care.
Staggering out of the room, Brooklyn headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She saw Sebastian's clothes piled in the laundry basket. Apparently, he hadn't fared any better after drinking heavily.
Brooklyn thought for a moment and assumed that a servant had helped her change.
"Ms. Mitchell, breakfast is ready," the servant said.
Brooklyn had some water and saw the breakfast laid out in the dining room. "Where are they?"
"Ms. Turner said she's tired and doesn't want breakfast. Mr. Kingsley instructed not to disturb him until ten," the servant replied.
'Do desires increase for those who have too much to drink? Are both of them too exhausted to get up?' Brooklyn pondered.
Feeling sad and close to tears, Brooklyn smiled bitterly, sat on the chair the maid had pulled out for her, and began to enjoy her breakfast alone.
"How did I get back last night?" Brooklyn asked.
Isabella shook her head. "I waited until almost eleven, and neither you nor Mr. Kingsley had returned, so I went to bed. I assume Madison knows, but she's off today."
"Alright, you go ahead. I am fine here," Brooklyn replied.
Arriving at the hospital, Brooklyn noticed her colleagues looking at her with a slightly different gaze, but she paid it no mind. Her former life motto was to think hard at work and think less in life. Trivial matters never affected her mood.
"Dr. Mitchell, good morning," one greeted.
Wearing a white uniform, Brooklyn hurried through the corridor, with doctors and nurses greeting her along the way. She nodded in response, not slowing her pace.
After Sebastian clarified her identity last night, her treatment today had changed.
"Dr. Mitchell, you're truly enviable! You have participated in Mr. Perez's surgery, had the opportunity to sing at Karaoke Bars, and even socialized with those MBK Group people! We all heard the surgical team talking about it today, and they were all so envious!" Sienna, enviously drooling, propped her chin on her hand.
"Do you want to go?" Brooklyn asked.
"Of course! Singing with a tycoon like Sebastian, the richest man, is so amazing. I want to go!" Sienna said.
"If you want to go, lie down and take a nap," Brooklyn replied.
Sienna took a few seconds to react. "You mean I am daydreaming! You're so mean, Dr. Mitchell!"
A wealthy family was like a double-edged sword. Some wanted to get in, while others wanted to get out.
"Dr. Mitchell, the coronary patient from yesterday is looking for you," one said.
"Let her in," Brooklyn replied.
With patients coming in, she was busy for most of the morning, attending several patients before noon.
"Dr. Mitchell, lunch!" a doctor suggested.
"Okay," Brooklyn answered.
Setting down her stethoscope, Brooklyn and the doctors from the same office went to change and prepare for lunch. Brooklyn's phone vibrated in her pocket, displaying Quinn's name. Quinn had been quiet these past few days. Now it seemed like the injuries from the beating had healed.
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