Chapter 159: Keep an Eye on That Bitch Brooklyn
Brooklyn sat by the window in the hospital cafe, holding a coffee cup. "If it's about the same topic as last time, I think the conversation is over."
Zach took a sip of his black coffee, bitter without sugar. As he looked at Brooklyn, the bitterness seemed to fade. "I'm serious. You are born for surgery. You once again proved your abilities today. I was planning to give you more time, but I don't want to wait anymore."
His words of praise and admiration held no ulterior motives. If Brooklyn refused, it would be her melodrama.
Brooklyn's cappuccino, sweetened with three spoons of sugar, still tasted bitter to her. Looking at her right hand, she didn't want to tell him everything. So, she refused again, "Dr. Carter, I appreciate your kind offer, but I decline. Let's not bring up this topic again in the future."
As she stood to leave, Zach instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist. The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. Zach realized his rudeness and quickly let go. "What's wrong? When I saw you assisting me, I could tell that you were subconsciously protecting your right hand."
"This is none of your concern." She instinctively curled up her right hand. Even after five years, the injured area still brought back a sharp pain. One of the regrets in her life was that her right hand could no longer hold a surgical scalpel.
"Brooklyn." He called out her name in urgency and continued, "If there's something wrong with your right hand, I can help you solve it. Believe in yourself, and please trust me, okay?"
Without engaging in further conversation, Brooklyn left the cafe, leaving Zach standing there puzzled. 'What makes her give up surgery? And what causes the problem of her right hand?' Zach thought.
The hand was a surgeon's lifeline. 'She is a cautious person, so how can she have been so careless?' Zach was lost in thoughts.
As she stepped out, a large bed of lush holly bushes surrounded by gardenias in full bloom caught her eye. The delicate fragrance wafted through the garden, and tears streamed down Brooklyn's face as she lowered her head.
After work, Brooklyn sat in her car, feeling upset.
She didn't want to go back to the villa where Megan was. Renting a house alone felt too lonely and led to overthinking.
Staying at a hotel alone would be self-torture. Suddenly, Brooklyn realized she had nowhere to warm her heart. Two years ago, when her grandfather was alive, she had a reason to return to Mitchell Villa. Now, that place filled with memories belonged to someone else.
Fortunately, her phone rang.
"Sweetheart, I feel that you're feeling lonely and cold right now. Wanna hang out and have some fun? My buddy is hosting a game night with free food and drinks. Come join us!" It was Kelly.
"You're surprisingly right this time. I'll be right over," Brooklyn replied.
Aucester's top bar was adorned with luxurious and dazzling fluorescent lights, creating a visually stunning effect. The lively music drowned out the chatter. Brooklyn, in a simple shirt and jeans, looked completely different from Kelly in her sexy short skirt.
"Sweetheart, come on in!" Kelly welcomed Brooklyn and introduced her friends briefly. Everyone exchanged polite greetings but soon got engrossed in their conversations.
"Bad mood? Why are your eyes red?" Kelly asked.
Brooklyn swirled her drink. "Give me juice. I'm driving. I had too much drink last night."
"Alright, only you drink juice at a bar," Kelly joked.
At that moment, a group of people sitting on the circular sofa under the chandelier whispered, "Isn't that the heiress of Mitchell Villa? I attended a banquet hosted by the Mitchell Group, and this elegant lady stood out among the crowd. But it seems she has some connection with two masters of the Kingsley family."
"Really? In that case, her connection might come in handy for future business dealings with the Kingsley family," one added.
Having made up their minds, the group warmly invited Brooklyn to join them at the table. "Kelly, how could you leave us out since your friend is here? Let's have fun together. Come on, Doctor Brooklyn, join us."
Kelly glared. "Behave yourselves. My friend is a good girl. Don't play your games here."
"Of course, please have a seat, gorgeous," one of Kelly's friends replied.
Brooklyn was pulled and persuaded to take a seat. "I'm driving, so I won't be drinking tonight. I'm sorry."
"Come on, we all drove here. Take a sip. We'll have the driver take you back." The group disagreed.
"Damn! My girl said she's not drinking. Why are you still trying to convince her? Behave, or let me teach you a lesson!" Kelly stood up for Brooklyn.
"Alright, no drinking then. Have some juice," they finally compromised.
The people present were all young adults, children of various bosses in Aucester. Throughout the evening, they tried to get closer to Brooklyn, showing enthusiastic gestures.
"Doctor Brooklyn, which department are you from?" one asked.
"Doctor Brooklyn, I've been feeling unwell recently. Could you take a look at me?" another chimed in.
The flattery and sycophancy were continuous, but Brooklyn casually dealt with them, easily handling their attempts.
However, as Brooklyn lifted her head from her swaying glass, she saw a familiar figure entering through the door. At that moment, Davon, entering the bar, also caught sight of Brooklyn. His eyes narrowed suddenly!
Their eyes met, and Brooklyn squinted slightly. Indeed, Davon still had one arm hanging around his neck and a slight limp in his left leg while walking.
Davon gritted his teeth, leaned to a henchman beside him, and said, "Keep an eye on Brooklyn for me. That bitch! I can't let her off tonight!"
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