Chapter 227 You Have to Take Responsibility for Me.
Sebastian grabbed Brooklyn's hand impatiently and said, "Get rid of these people. If they cause trouble, send them to jail."
"Yes, Boss!" Dario replied, following closely behind.
As Sebastian and Brooklyn left, Zach stood alone without moving. Watching from afar, Piper fumed, 'Why does Brooklyn get both Sebastian and Zach's attention?'
She couldn't accept it. She called Megan, stepping onto the balcony. "Megan, what's going on? Sebastian's helping Brooklyn clear her name!"
Megan, sitting in Bayside Villas, turned off the TV. "Don't worry, Piper. Brooklyn's luck won't last. Brian and Jennifer dislike her, especially Jennifer. She wants me to marry into the Kingsley family. That day's coming soon."
In the underground parking lot inside a Rolls-Royce, Sebastian wiped Brooklyn's forehead sweat. She tried to stop him. "I can do it myself."
He gently moved her hand away. "Don't move. You must've struggled without me."
In her white coat, she was sat next to Sebastian in his black suit. She looked down, hiding her emotions. "Sebastian, this is pointless. I'm not fit to be Mrs. Kingsley, and I don't want to deal with journalists anymore."
He smiled softly. "Journalists are like animals. They'll move on soon."
She shook her head. "Really? How will you explain your relationship with Megan? She's carrying your child. Are you going to admit to infidelity or that you always had feelings for her?"
He was speechless, wanting to explain but knew it'd hurt her.
"I'm sorry for what I did to you."
He, who never apologized, had been doing that to her a lot lately.
Brooklyn smiled and reached for the car door. "No need, Sebastian. I won't forget you saved my life, but I've realized we're not meant to be. We won't be happy together."
He hugged her, holding her tightly against the seat. In the cramped space, their breaths mingled. He looked deeply into her eyes. "Don't run away. You love me, and I love you. I'm not letting go."
'Three days left. Should I push him away now or enjoy these last moments?'
"Sebastian, I married you for the status of Mrs. Kingsley. I wanted to help the Mitchell family. I can't hide it anymore."
He smiled, relieved. "Good. That status is unchangeable. I have enough resources to rebuild the Mitchell family a hundred times over. So, why divorce?"
She was stunned. 'He's not even mad?'
She couldn't find a way to push him away. Then, Sebastian started the car. "If there's nothing else, let's drop it. If something's bothering you, let it out."
'He’s willing to be my emotional trash can. But where were you three years ago when I was crying? You were with Megan.'
The car left the hospital, moving straight to Brooklyn's place; left to Bayside Villas. Sebastian didn't ask and turned left.
"I'm not going back," she said, grabbing his arm. Her grip caused the steering wheel to slip, and his left hand hit the car door.
His wound reopened, while the car skidded and hit the road barrier. The impact threw them back, and Sebastian's right arm protected Brooklyn's head.
Brooklyn saw his pain. "Your arm needs bandaging. Let's go back to the hospital."
However, he refused. "My wife is a doctor, so would I need to go there over such a small injury? You caused this, so take responsibility."
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