Chapter 270 Will You Come Back?
As soon as her words were let out, the entire room was stunned!
But Brooklyn smiled radiantly, as if suddenly relieved of something. Her clean face was illuminated by the smile, casting a hue of happiness that eclipsed the world, shining solely on one person.
She took on the stunned disbelief from Sebastian, tightening her grip on his fingers, assuring him firmly, "Sebastian, thank you for the surprise. I love it."
Dario was also dumbfounded, thinking, 'What the hell is she saying?! This isn't how crisis management is done! Will Mrs. Kingsley go so far as to sacrifice herself, telling the media she is dying, just to save Sebastian from a reputation crisis? Which planet's joke is she pulling?! Doesn't she know that even if he lost everything, Sebastian has the ability to rise again? Why does she sacrifice herself? Oh, God! The boss will be furious.'
Brandon nearly choked, thinking, 'Damn, Sebastian, your lover is really fierce. Not only did she use AIDS to fool me, but she's also telling the media such outrageous news? Is she playing all these people for fools?'
Sebastian gripped her hand tightly, lowering his voice as he searched her eyes seriously. There was no hint of jest, unlike the PR lines used to handle the media.
"What are you saying? Are you speaking nonsense?"
Instead of answering, Brooklyn asked, "If I were to die soon, would you still say what you just said to me?"
Sebastian was furious! He thought, 'Why is Brooklyn being so foolish?'
"Don't talk nonsense. It won't happen! I won't allow it!"
Brooklyn smiled, a hint of triumph in her eyes, her gleaming gaze filled with the afterglow of happiness. "You didn't answer, so I'll take that as a yes. Come on, I'll tell you everything. I hope you won't regret it."
She left the stunned reporters and guests behind, along with the thunderstruck Kelly, Quinn, and Brandon.
And just like that, they walked away hand in hand!
They were gone!
They thought, 'What the heck is going on? Are they filming a movie? Even a movie wouldn't have such a ridiculous plot!'
Kelly rubbed her eyes hard, asking the dazed Quinn beside her, "Did your brother and my goddess just say something strange? Why can't I understand a word of it?"
Quinn replied in a daze, "So, it's not just my eyes and ears that are malfunctioning. But what's wrong with Brooklyn? How could you not know? I thought you and Brooklyn were close enough to wear matching dresses."
Kelly was indeed confused. She looked up at the sky, "My goddess is healthy as a horse. How could she be dying? She's just being humorous. Don't take it to heart."
Quinn rubbed his nose, draping an arm over Kelly's slim shoulders, making her seem even shorter.
"Miss, what exactly is the relationship between Brooklyn and Dr. Carter from her hospital?"
"Get your hands off me!" Kelly shouted in anger.
Quinn raised his hands in surrender, chuckling, "I told you, you may be small in stature, but your temper's massive. You better watch it; that level of rage might just blow you up."
"Mr. Quinn Kingsley, shut it! And let me make this clear: Brooklyn is the love of my life. I want to see her happy. As for your brother, what does it matter if he's a billionaire? If he can't make my goddess happy, that's a hard pass for me!"
Quinn leaned in, smirking down at the much shorter Kelly, his playful eyes appraising her fiery gaze. "Unfortunately for you, I think my brother and Brooklyn are the perfect match. Anyone trying to tear them apart—yeah, I'd have to take them out, one by one."
He mimicked a throat-slitting gesture, then stuck out his tongue cheekily, full of mischief.
Kelly rolled her eyes. "Just get lost!"
The sleek black Lincoln sped through the night, leaving the bustling gala behind. The events of the night had turned both their minds upside down.
Inside the car, Sebastian held the remote, and the divider between the driver's seat and the back slowly lowered. Dario was left up front, while Sebastian and Brooklyn had a more private space in the back.
Sebastian turned to Brooklyn, holding her shoulders firmly. "Tell me, what's wrong? Why did you say those things to the media?"
Brooklyn turned her gaze away, staring out into the vast night sky filled with twinkling stars and a charming moon. The car cruised down the main road, its headlights casting neon-green shadows of trees that seemed to stretch endlessly behind them.
"Sebastian, I'm just so tired. I can't carry this much weight anymore."
Her words hung heavy in the air, weak and wavering, sending a jolt of anxiety through him.
"Brooklyn, I'm here. What are you afraid of? There's nothing we can't handle together. Trust me."
"Sebastian, I want to leave for a while. I hope you can agree to it." She sidestepped his question, lost in her own thoughts as if she didn't hear him at all.
Sebastian didn't answer right away. "Where are you going? For how long? Who are you going with?"
Those were the critical questions, and if she didn't give complete answers, he wasn't going to let go. She had to know that.
Brooklyn didn't plan on hiding her intentions, sidestepping the emotional weight. "I want to go to Jabari to support the local medical efforts. Being a doctor is my dream, saving lives is my duty. I've wanted to go for a long time, but now, it feels even more urgent."
He thought, 'Does she think I would believe her? After all, she has just dropped a bomb about having AIDS and not living long!'
"Truth! I need you to tell me the truth."
"The truth is, I need a change of scenery to get myself together. Too much has happened lately—the Mitchell Group, the Kingsley family, the Turner family. I don't have the heart to handle it all right now, so I need to clear my head."
Her anger and frustration stung him into silence. Every word was a painful accusation, and at the core of it all, he knew it was his fault.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you get hurt. If you need to go, I won't stop you, but..." He paused, feeling oddly hollow, as if a piece of him had been yanked away. Even before she voiced her intent to leave, he sensed the pain of impending loss.
"Will you come back?"