Chapter 337 Brooklyn, You Are Ultimately My Wife
Ten days later, the medical team stationed in Malawa headed back to Libertya, but Zach and the Kingsley family stayed by the cliff, clinging to their last shred of hope, refusing to give up.
"Mr. Carter, Mr. Kingsley, look, given the mess we're in, chances are Mrs. Kingsley didn't make it. The terrain's brutal, rain's pounding, and those aftershocks? No way anyone could've survived that," the rescue team leader grimly stated, laying down the harsh truth.
Quinn lost it and punched the rescue team leader, messing up half his face. "What the hell did you just say? You asking for trouble? Brooklyn's safe! She's alive!"
"Mr. Kingsley, please, think straight," the rescue team leader pleaded.
"Get the hell out!" Quinn roared.
Fifteen days later, Sebastian finally woke up from his deep coma.
In the ICU, Sebastian yanked off his oxygen mask, his voice weak and breathless. "Tell me the truth."
Quinn, Dario, Zach, and Brandon were all there, silent.
Sebastian's frown deepened, his voice colder. "Speak!"
"She's gone," Zach finally said after a long pause.
Another long silence followed. The bright, sunny sky outside turned gloomy and overcast.
Sebastian closed his eyes.
At the Wilson Villa, the news was on. "Latest update: Brooklyn, Mr. Sebastian Kingsley's wife, fell off a cliff during the Malawa earthquake rescue efforts. After a two-week search, she hasn't been found and is presumed dead."
"Impossible! I refuse to accept it! Why stop searching? I refuse to believe she's gone!" Kelly screamed, smashing the door and throwing things around in a rage.
"Kelly, please, this won't help. The departed don't return, and it's been two weeks without a trace. Do you really think there will be a miracle? I know you're sad..." Kelly's mother tried to console her.
"You don't know how much she suffered! Brooklyn, why does bad luck keep following you? Why!" Kelly shouted.
'Sebastian, yes! I have to find him and get to the bottom of this!' Kelly suddenly remembered the gift box Brooklyn had given her before leaving. She grabbed it and drove quickly to the Kingsley Manor, but was stopped at the entrance.
Kelly waved her arms and shouted, "Sebastian! Come out!"
Seeing it was Kelly, Sebastian ordered to let her in.
Kelly stormed in, ready to scold him, but the sight of Sebastian stopped her in her tracks.
Sebastian half-leaned on the bed, pale, with a large medical device displaying his heartbeat and pulse.
Compared to the last time she saw him, he had lost a lot of weight.
Kelly felt a pang of sorrow, wondering why they both had to suffer so much.
Sebastian waved his hand, signaling Dario to leave. "Sit."
Kelly's legs went weak, and she sat down.
Maybe Sebastian missed her too much, and he cherished anyone related to her. His attitude towards Kelly was lazy but not cold.
Kelly grabbed his hand, "I came here to...to..."
She had intended to say, "I came here to scold you, hit you, teach you a lesson!"
But as the words neared her lips, it transformed into, "Oh, I've got something for you, something Brooklyn asked me to give you before she left."
"Brooklyn? Give it to me!" Anything related to her, Sebastian wanted to protect it all, not letting anyone else touch it.
Upon opening the box, Sebastian's heart sank at the sight of a wedding ring nestled in a sponge cushion, its diamond sparkling brightly.
He picked up the ring, holding it delicately between two fingers, as if he were holding her hand.
Sebastian's eyes were blank, his face expressionless, and he didn't move a muscle.
He stared at the ring, dazed and calm. "Did she say anything?"
Kelly's eyes filled with tears. "She just said you'd get it once you saw this, and that was it."
'She expects me to get it from this?' Sebastian thought, putting the ring back. "Thanks for bringing it."
'He actually thanked me! That's Sebastian! He actually thanked someone!' Kelly thought, her voice shaky. "And she..."
Sebastian clutched the gift box tightly, weak but determined. "I'll do everything I can to save her."
Kelly stood up abruptly and bowed. "Thank you, Mr. Kingsley! Thank you!"
Sebastian, lying on the bed, nodded and had someone escort Kelly out.
"Brooklyn fell off a cliff by accident. The Kingsley family mobilized local military forces, private yachts, private planes, armed forces, and special ops involved for a grid search round the clock, spending over two billion dollars. But after thirty days, there was still no result."
Seeing the news, Sebastian realized how long it had been. He had been sleepless and restless, frequently using large doses of sedatives, and had long lost track of time.
Time continued to pass, and the search and rescue efforts continued.
Sebastian refused to give up. No matter how much money it took, he had to find her, even if it was just her body.
Two months later, the coastal and land areas had been thoroughly searched, and the salvage operation had to be stopped.
In the evening after the rain, the manor was cold and quiet.
Sebastian sat in a wheelchair, with Brandon by his side. Brandon said, "I found the information you wanted."
Sebastian didn't speak, his tired eyes staring into an unknown direction, lazily different from ordinary people.
Brandon said, "Five years ago, you had a car accident in Averlake. The person who performed the surgery and saved you was Mrs. Kingsley."
As for how her hand got injured and how she had to transfer to internal medicine, Brandon couldn't bear to say more.
Sebastian closed his eyes silently. It should have been news enough to break him, but because of Brooklyn's unexpected death, he had no more energy to process it. Only his trembling eyelashes expressed his full restraint, grief, and desolation.
After a long, long time, when Brandon thought he didn't want to speak, Sebastian, in the wheelchair, said weakly, "She used to always talk to me about divorce. I told her, in my life, there's no divorce, only the death of a wife."
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, and he closed his eyes. "She actually left me in this way."
Sebastian gazed at the horizon, the floating clouds, the blue sky, and the white clouds, as if the person in his heart, dressed in white, had walked away, flying away...
'Brooklyn, in this life, you will always be my wife,' Sebastian thought.
The news was broadcasting: "Sebastian, the president of MBK Group, has announced the tragic passing of his wife in an accident. The Kingsley family will hold a grand funeral to bid her farewell. Mr. Sebastian Kingsley has spent one hundred million dollars to purchase a ten-thousand-square-foot cemetery to build a garden for his beloved wife."
In the camellia garden, on the tombstone, his elegant handwriting inscribed: [Beloved wife, Brooklyn rested here.]
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