Chapter 202 It All Started with a Medical Mishap Five Years Ago
After a long day, it was past 7 PM when all the patients were finally settled.
The whole medical staff, including Brooklyn and Zach, were wiped out.
Brooklyn slumped in a chair, drenched in sweat and covered in patients' blood.
She weakly peeled off her bloody gloves and tossed them in the trash.
Zach brought over two cups of water. "How are you holding up?"
Brooklyn wiped the sweat from her face. "Thanks, I'm okay."
After a few gulps of water, Brooklyn caught her breath.
"That patient with the cardiac arrest just now? Good thing you acted quickly."
"You were impressive too, Dr. Mitchell. Your quick thinking surprised me."
"Save the compliments, will you?"
Zach chuckled. "Fair enough. Let's toast - to saving that patient."
"Cheers."
They clinked their paper cups. Nothing felt better than saving a life.
After a short break, Zach noticed the blood on Brooklyn's clothes.
"Does the hospital have spare clothes? You can't go home like that. No cab will take you."
Brooklyn finally noticed she was covered in blood.
She frowned. "There should be some. I'll go change. You should head home too, Dr. Carter."
"Will do."
Brooklyn stood up, her arms sore from performing CPR. Zach offered a hand.
"Next time, let a male doctor handle CPR. Save your strength for more important tasks."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."
As she went to change, Zach called after her. "Dr. Mitchell, how about dinner? We barely had breakfast, and lunch was a joke. You need to eat."
It was almost 8 PM, and she hadn't seen Sebastian in nearly twelve hours.
"No thanks. I just want to shower and sleep. Tomorrow's Monday, and we will work."
Brooklyn changed into some spare hospital clothes and took a cab back to the villa, exhausted.
As she walked in, her arms felt like jelly. She kicked off her shoes and heard a woman's laughter from upstairs.
A bitter smile crossed her tired face.
The half-hour drive from the chaotic ER to her cozy home felt worlds apart.
"Ms. Mitchell, are you okay? You look awful," Savannah said.
Brooklyn waved her off. "Get me some water."
"Right away, Ms. Mitchell. Please, sit down."
Savannah brought her water. "Have you eaten? There's some soup in the kitchen. I'll get you a bowl."
Brooklyn was starving and exhausted, so she didn't refuse.
The soup was healthy and meant for a pregnant woman. Megan had been picky about what could and couldn't go in it and how it should be cooked.
The staff were puzzled that Sebastian let her boss everyone around without a word.
'Is the tide turning?' they wondered.
Brooklyn blew on the hot soup and took a sip. It was delicious, and the meat was so tender it melted in her mouth.
As she ate, a tall, imposing figure came down the stairs. She didn't need to look to know who it was.
"This soup is for pregnant women. When did you become one?" Sebastian snatched the plate from Brooklyn's hands before she could even look up.
Left holding just a spoon, Brooklyn turned to meet his eyes. "Thanks for the reminder, Sebastian."
She tossed the spoon into the bowl and stood up, leaning on the couch for support.
'Pregnant or not, he sure knows how to draw the line. If he couldn't even spare a bowl of soup, what was all that intimacy last night about?' Brooklyn's eyes dimed.
"Where are you going?" Sebastian frowned.
"To bed. I'm exhausted."
After a twelve-hour shift, she had no energy left to argue. She just wanted to sleep.
"Explain what's going on right now!"
"Sebastian, what's wrong?" Megan's sugary voice floated down the stairs as she descended in a white nightgown, looking every bit the princess.
She looped her arm through Sebastian's. "Sebastian, who upset you? Don't let irrelevant people ruin your mood. Let's go back upstairs and pick out baby clothes. I saw an adorable set earlier that you'll love."
Sebastian neither pulled away nor responded. "Brooklyn, I want an explanation now."
The tension in the room was palpable, and Sebastian looked ready to explode.
The servants quickly took the plate from his hand and left the room, not daring to linger.
Under the dazzling chandelier, Brooklyn looked like a withered branch about to snap.
"There's nothing to explain. I was saving lives."
'What is there to explain? I have a clear conscience.'
Megan added fuel to the fire. "Who were you with this time, Brooklyn? You should remember you're the Mrs. Kingsley. At least act like a woman with some dignity."
Her words painted Brooklyn as an unfaithful slut.
Brooklyn could argue, but she was too tired. "Megan, the one not respecting my position as the lady of the Kingsley family is you. Do you really think getting a lump makes you the lady of the house?"
Megan let go of Sebastian and marched over, grabbing Brooklyn's arm. "What do you mean by that?"
Brooklyn looked disdainfully at her nails. "Let go."
"Explain yourself! How dare you call the Kingsley family's heir a lump?"
'Twisting her words, how amusing,' Brooklyn scoffed inwardly. "I said, Megan, you're not the lady of this house. I am."
Her voice was slow and haughty. Megan was nothing to her, and she wasn't afraid of Megan's tricks.
Only those she cared about could hurt her, and Megan was a nobody.
Megan's tears came on cue as she clung to Sebastian, crying pitifully.
"Sebastian, did you hear that? She wants to kick me out. She's bullying me right in front of you. Are you just going to stand there and watch?"
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