Chapter 33 You Dare to Hit Me?
"Quinn?" Sebastian's voice tightened around the name, his grip on the phone mirroring the tension in his voice. Expressionless, he gazed out the tall floor-to-ceiling window, his back straight and firm as a ridge. Five years had passed, and it seemed that the little brother who used to hide behind him for protection had indeed grown up. More than that, he had learned to navigate the murky waters of adult matters.
"Keep an eye on him," Sebastian commanded, his voice as cold as the winter air outside. He instructed Dario to tail Quinn's car, his curiosity piqued. He wanted to see what exactly Quinn was up to. His long finger tapped on the table in a rhythmic pattern, a silent metronome to his thoughts. He wondered if it was time to redefine his impression of Quinn.
Meanwhile, Brooklyn's car was on a direct route to the hospital. Recognizing the familiar surroundings, her brows furrowed in confusion and apprehension. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice hoarse. Pain radiated from both her knees, attacking her nerve endings simultaneously. She was caught in a vice of agony, causing her to squint against the discomfort.
Quinn sneered, "Sister-in-law, did you also hit your head? Don't you remember the way to work?"
Brooklyn leaned forward, desperation creeping into her voice. "Stop the car! I'm not going to the hospital."
"You're injured, so you have to go to the hospital to dress your wounds. Sister-in-law, you probably don't want to become a cripple at such a young age, do you?" Quinn's words tumbled out faster as he spoke. In just two short days, he had already witnessed Brooklyn's stubbornness, her willfulness, her resistance. The idea of her cooperating obediently was nothing short of a dream.
"Quinn! I told you to stop the car!" Instead of obeying, Quinn pressed harder on the accelerator. In response, Brooklyn reached out and slapped his seat forcefully, "Quinn! Stop the car! Can't you hear me?"
Quinn feigned deafness, raising his voice in an exaggerated act, "Sister-in-law, what did you say? Oh, my ears, what's wrong with them? Why can't I hear you speak?"
Brooklyn gritted her teeth. She didn't want to go to the hospital because she didn't want others, especially Quinn, to see her scars.
The car came to a halt at the entrance of the hospital, but Brooklyn clung onto the seat, refusing to get out. She stared at Quinn with a cold expression, "Quinn, you better turn back now!"
Quinn shrugged, leaning down to prepare to carry Brooklyn out. But she swiftly moved a seat's distance inside, evading his arm with an alertness that surprised him.
"Sister-in-law, I really don't understand. You're a renowned doctor, aren't you? Don't you even understand the simple fact that you need to dress your wounds if you're injured? I seriously doubt if your medical license was bought."
"I am a doctor, I know what kind of wounds need to be treated and which ones don't. I'm fine. Mr. Kingsley, you can rest assured and drive me home!"
Quinn smiled mischievously, his eyebrows raised slightly, giving him a rebellious look. It made him incredibly charming, "Hehe, sister-in-law, you're asking me to take you home directly? You're so direct... I'm even embarrassed."
Brooklyn was furious with Quinn's mischievous behavior. She realized that not going to the hospital was not an option. Before she could react, Quinn had already extended his arms and embraced her! She was shocked! "Quinn! I'm your sister-in-law! Let go of me! Let go!"
Quinn looked straight ahead. The woman struggling between his arms weighed so little, it surprised him. Brooklyn looked so light. After he lifted her up, he felt as if she hadn't eaten a proper meal in a long time.
After stepping onto the stairs, Quinn said seriously, "Dr. Mitchell, a doctor doesn't care about gender, let alone social status." However, a smile slowly spread across Quinn's face. This woman was like a little lion when she got angry. He was attracted to her feistiness.
With his handsome appearance and casual demeanor, Quinn attracted a lot of attention when he carried Brooklyn inside. At first, everyone stared at Quinn because they were captivated by his beauty. Soon, the medical staff recognized the woman he was holding!
"Wow! Isn't the woman being held by this handsome guy Brooklyn from the Internal Medicine department?"
"It really is her! Dr. Mitchell! Is it true? Does she have a boyfriend?"
"No way! This handsome guy looks more like her brother, right? I heard Brooklyn has never had a boyfriend. She's usually very serious, so most people are afraid to approach her. She's practically the most unapproachable woman in Internal Medicine!"
When Quinn heard these words, he couldn't help but look down at Brooklyn, who had turned pale. He ignored the gossip among the nurses. Then, a mischievous smile appeared on his face, "Sister-in-law, your reputation is pretty good. They say you're hard to approach. Tut-tut, it seems like you're quite cold."
Brooklyn glared at him fiercely. "Quinn, either leave or shut up!"
"Alright, alright, if you say so, how could I not listen?" Quinn suddenly felt in a great mood.
Inside the emergency room, when the doctor saw the injuries on Brooklyn's knee and leg, his hand holding the disinfectant swab paused in mid-air. "Dr. Mitchell, the injury on your left knee has been like this for two days, right?"
Brooklyn nodded without saying a word. Her fair, slender legs were covered in bruises from her knee all the way down to her calf, with hardly any uninjured skin visible. Alongside the old wounds that hadn't fully healed, there were also new injuries. Her delicate legs, which could easily be broken, were in a pitiful state.
Quinn squinted his eyes. He was determined to personally deal with those troublesome doctors.
Quinn's face was etched with concern as he surveyed her injuries, his brow furrowing in a frown. The doctor attending to her wounds glanced up at him, a playful grin on his face. "How can you claim to be her boyfriend?" he teased. "Your girlfriend has been injured for two or three days, and only now have you brought her to the hospital."
Before she could protest, Quinn interjected. "Doctor, you're correct. Next time, I'll ensure she's brought to the hospital immediately. Thank you."
"Do you anticipate a next time?" the doctor retorted, his tone jesting. "Young man, it seems like you're preparing for a breakup, huh?"
Brooklyn's teeth clenched as she interjected, "He is not my boyfriend!"
The room fell into a sudden, icy silence.
Ignoring Brooklyn's indignant expression, Quinn merely raised an eyebrow. A secret thrill of satisfaction warmed his heart.
Once her wound was treated, Brooklyn made a vow to herself. She would never allow Quinn to get close to her again. She had initially perceived him as a young, playful man, but it was clear he didn't see himself in the same light. "Sister-in-law, your knee is injured. If you walk too fast, your wound will worsen," he cautioned.
Brooklyn's fury flared. She extended a finger, halting Quinn's advance. "Stop! Stay away from me!"
Quinn, taken aback by her outburst, halted in his tracks. A cheerful smile played on his lips as he measured the distance between them with his eyes. "Sister-in-law," he began, feigning hurt, "we're already about ten feet apart. Isn't that far enough?"
Brooklyn ground her teeth, her voice a low growl. "Your shadow is on my foot!"
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