Chapter 37 Are You Pregnant?
Upon hearing Sebastian's words, Dario felt a tremor run through his legs. "Mr. Kingsley," he stammered, "Are you not aware of the current situation? The media's gaze is fixed on you and Ms. Turner. The entire nation is engrossed in the discussion of Ms. Turner's pregnancy, a trending topic on Twitter. The whole country is watching."
Sebastian contemplated this, his thoughts drifting to her. "The whole country, huh? What about her? How would she react to the news?"
He toyed with his phone, his deep-set eyes flickering with an unreadable light. His fingers danced across the screen, a smile playing on his lips.
A shiver ran down Dario's spine. "Mr. Kingsley, are you certain about this? Mrs. Kingsley is at the villa as we speak. I presume she's seen the news as well."
He couldn't help but imagine the villa in ruins, not from the two women's confrontation, but from Sebastian's impending arrival.
Sebastian's resolute silhouette was his only response to Dario. Since Sebastian had made his decision, Dario dared not defy him and reluctantly allowed Owen to take the wheel.
"Stay at the company," Sebastian commanded, halting Dario's attempt to accompany him.
Dario heaved a sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve. 'I'm fortunate. I don't have to walk into the lion's den. Mr. Kingsley has spared me,' he thought.
As Sebastian settled into the car, his phone chimed. He expected an irate call from Brooklyn, but the number on the screen caused him to frown.
"Dad."
"Sebastian, what have you done?" The voice on the other end was accompanied by a loud crash, as if something had been hurled onto a table. Sebastian surmised that Brian must have seen the news.
Sebastian's frown deepened. "Dad, you've seen the news too. There's no need for explanations now."
"Come home immediately." Brian's fury was palpable, his words seething with the desire to throttle Sebastian.
Glancing at the time, Sebastian queried, "Now?"
"Or else? I'm giving you thirty minutes. Come home!" With that, Brian ended the call, the sound of the phone clattering onto the table echoing in Sebastian's ear.
Owen cast a wary glance at Sebastian's ashen face, his voice barely above a whisper, "Mr. Kingsley, where are we headed now?"
"The Kingsley Villa."
Meanwhile, at Bayside Villas, Brooklyn was busily unpacking groceries. The once barren bathroom now housed two bath towels, one blue and one white, hanging side by side, along with two hand towels. On the counter, two identical porcelain cups held two toothbrushes. She looked at these toiletries and forced a smile.
'I'll place these things here. He probably won't use them, right? We're just putting on a show for Quinn. Do I still hope he will come and do something? Dream on!' she thought.
After tidying up the bathroom, Brooklyn arranged some basic seasonings in a conspicuous place in the kitchen, creating the illusion of a frequently used kitchen.
Having completed her tasks, Brooklyn sank into the sofa, lost in thought. She had put in considerable effort in her preparations, and Megan's words echoed in her mind, along with the sight of the diagnosis paper Megan had left behind. A dull ache settled in her heart.
The shrill ring of her phone shattered the silence in the spacious villa, jolting Brooklyn back to reality. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen, which she promptly declined.
She set her phone down and moved to the sink, letting the cold water cleanse her hands. The face in the mirror looked weary from excessive sorrow. She stared at her reflection for a long while.
Brooklyn murmured to herself, "What are you still hoping for? They already have kids. Don't be foolish, Brooklyn. It's better to leave on your own than to be humiliated. Don't make it more embarrassing."
For the third time, the phone's shrill ring pierced the silence. Brooklyn, her hands still wet from the faucet she'd just turned off, closed her eyes in exasperation before reaching for the device.
"Darling, are you okay? I was terrified you'd done something drastic. You gave me quite a fright," the voice on the other end blurted out as soon as the call connected. It was a familiar voice, but Brooklyn couldn't place the number.
"Good heavens! Have you lost your mind over Megan? It's me!" The voice continued.
A thought flickered in Brooklyn's mind. 'Kelly? But isn't she overseas? She mentioned something about an important exam. It's been two months since we last spoke.'
"You're the one who seems to have lost it," Brooklyn retorted, her mood sinking further.
Kelly's voice, shrill and frantic, echoed through the phone. "Darling, the news is shocking. I just got back from abroad and you welcome me with this. You nearly gave me a heart attack. If I end up in the hospital, you're going to have to be my doctor."
"What on earth are you talking about? What gift?" Brooklyn's confusion deepened as she listened to Kelly's ramblings. 'Has she always been this erratic, or has a year abroad made her this way?'
"Are you living under a rock? Everyone's talking about it. Megan, your relentless love rival, is pregnant. And the media is claiming that the child is Mr. Kingsley's. Can you believe it?"
Brooklyn's brow furrowed in confusion. "How do you know?"
"What's wrong with you? It's all over the news. Turn on your TV and see for yourself."
TV?
It took Brooklyn a considerable amount of time to locate the remote control. The television, a relic from her pre-marital days, was hardly ever used. She fumbled with the high-tech device, a purchase of Sebastian's, before finally managing to turn it on.
The screen, which took up a significant portion of the wall, displayed a series of photos of Megan and Sebastian together, captured by the ever-vigilant media. The headline read, "Megan is pregnant, Sebastian is the father. Their three-year relationship is exposed..."
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