Chapter 321 Sebastian Trusts Brooklyn
Sebastian cut straight to the point, "Why frame Brooklyn? You just want her out of the Kingsley family so you can take her spot?"
Megan froze in her wheelchair, her hands clenching tight on her lap, lips going pale.
Shaking, she managed to stammer, "Sebastian, how can you say that?"
Sebastian's eyes, cold and piercing, seemed to see right through her. "Your little schemes won't work on me, Megan. You're getting gutsy."
The tension in the room was thick, all thanks to Sebastian. Megan's big, innocent eyes filled with tears as she looked at Jennifer, crying, "Mrs. Kingsley, you were there. Brooklyn was holding onto you and then pushed me. Did I wrong her?"
Jennifer remembered the scene, thinking to herself, 'Brooklyn was holding onto me, but when she let go, she didn't seem to do anything else. Did she push Megan when I wasn't looking?'
Jennifer was torn, but that bit of doubt made her side with Megan. "Sebastian, it was Brooklyn who hurt Megan. Megan's been through so much but didn't tell you, afraid it would upset you and slow your recovery."
"Enough! Megan, get a grip. If you can't, I'll help you." Sebastian's words were ice-cold, showing no sympathy.
Despite Megan and Jennifer's words being flawless, Sebastian believed in Brooklyn and realized for the first time the importance of trust, understanding that if he had trusted her from the start, the past three years wouldn't have unfolded as they did; he was determined to find her and make up for all the lost time.
"Get out. Don't come back without my say-so." Sebastian's voice was harsh as he kicked Megan out.
Jennifer tried to defend her, but Sebastian cut her off, "Mom, you leave too."
Finally, the room quieted down. Sebastian held his left forehead in pain, his cold eyes shut.
Owen leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Kingsley, any other orders?"
Sebastian looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. It was getting late, and the city's neon lights were flickering on. He wondered where Brooklyn was.
'She's been through so much. Where would that stubborn, unprotected fool go to heal? Damn it!' The thought made Sebastian's heart ache, the pain almost numbing. The gauze on his wound felt like it was soaking through with blood.
"Head over to Mrs. Kingsley's apartment and check if her stuff is still there. See what's missing," Sebastian ordered, his heart aching so much he had to lean against the headboard to catch his breath. Each breath made his wound throb painfully, like needles pricking his whole body.
Owen left and headed straight to Brooklyn's apartment.
Inside, it was a mess from their last argument. Broken glass from wine bottles littered the living room, dried bloodstains marked the stone floor, and a suitcase lay askew, untouched.
Owen reported back, and Sebastian's forehead veins pulsed with frustration.
Sebastian thought, 'She just disappeared without taking anything with her?'
"Bring her suitcase back," Sebastian commanded.
Back at the hospital, Owen placed the white suitcase on the floor. It had a lock, and after some effort, he managed to open it. "Mr. Kingsley, take a look..."
Inside were personal items and clothes, but what caught Sebastian's eye was the amount of jewelry.
He knew Brooklyn was not someone who liked to wear jewelry, and these pieces, although from major brands, were designs from over a decade ago, not matching her style and certainly not something she would buy.
Putting the jewelry back, Sebastian became even more certain that Brooklyn couldn't have taken the jewelry with her.
As night fell, Sebastian dialed Zach's number repeatedly, but couldn't get through. 'If I can't reach him soon, I'll start a full-scale search in Malawa!'
Tossing and turning, Sebastian couldn't sleep all night.
At dawn, Dario's call came in.
Sebastian said, "Talk to me!"
Standing under the Malawa sky, Dario felt the heat. "Mr. Kingsley, I'm here, but the locals say Zach was sent on a mission today and isn't at the base. They don't know where he went."
"Wait! Make sure you wait until he shows up!"
"Got it!" After hanging up, Dario walked back down the slope towards a row of small houses. There was no signal down there; he had to climb the hill to stay connected.
Brooklyn opened the door, a bucket in hand, ready to fetch water. She looked up and was startled to see Dario, sweat-soaked and struggling, approaching.
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