Chapter 389 The Strange Smell in the Air, Called Jealousy
Sebastian frowned, thinking about everything that had happened since he first met Scarlett. Two conflicting narratives battled within his mind. Reason insisted that Scarlett, detached, could not possibly be his wife.
But his emotions kept screaming that despite her changed appearance and drastically different personality, she was still the Brooklyn he loved deep down.
For a moment, Sebastian couldn't tell the difference.
Dario seemed to doubt again, thought for a moment, and then replied, "That can't be right. The records show that Leon and Diana do have a daughter, and it's Scarlett. The records are very clear..."
Sebastian also knew that Brooklyn's hand was injured and she could no longer hold a scalpel.
The balance tipped again.
This matter made Sebastian very agitated.
He grunted, "Whether she is or isn't, investigate all the information on the Taylor family thoroughly. I need the truth as soon as possible."
Dario nodded, "Yes, Mr. Kingsley. Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on it, and Mr. Hernandez is also in Averlake, which will make the investigation much easier."
"Alright, you can go now."
Dario left, and Sebastian got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His imposing figure was like a mountain, his thoughts soaring, memories rewinding.
Was there another way to verify who Scarlett really was? He suddenly realized how little he actually knew about Brooklyn.
No, there was one more way to verify—her chest scar!
The next day, in a luxurious private villa.
Because he had doubts about Scarlett's identity, Sebastian now looked at her as if with X-ray vision, wanting to peel back her very bones to see who she really was.
Scarlett returned to the living room holding a bouquet of vibrant roses, just in time to catch Sebastian's intense gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that so early in the morning? Trying to scare me to death?"
Sebastian glanced at the flowers in her arms. "I warned you, unidentified items are not allowed to be brought into this house. Throw them out."
Scarlett, however, proudly displayed the flowers to him. "They're not of unknown origin, just temporarily unidentified. Once I figure it out, I'll let you know."
Sebastian found the red flowers even more glaring, rubbing his brow with his long fingers. The morning newspaper no longer held his interest. "If you really like roses, I can have them delivered every day. But these wildflowers, hiding many dangers, throw them out."
"Roses shouldn't be given casually, unless it's for love." Her lips suddenly curled up provocatively.
Sebastian was not a man of great temper. "Cheap love, and you still accept it."
"Is it any of your business?" She fought back.
Sebastian sneered coldly. "I remember you have a fiancé, yet you're accepting roses from others behind his back. You're such an irresponsible fiancée."
"Yes, I'm not doing a great job. But Mr. Kingsley, you're living with me behind your fiancée's back. You're quite the fiancé yourself!"
They were both in the wrong, so don't judge each other.
Moreover, Scarlett always had a premonition that there was something suspicious about these flowers.
She would soon find out who sent them.
Sure enough, before breakfast was over, Scarlett's phone rang.
She was a bit surprised to see it was Kevin calling.
She put down her fork and picked up the phone. "Kevin."
Hearing the name, Sebastian, sitting across the table, chewed more forcefully, treating the vegetable salad like a medium-rare steak, making a crisp sound.
Kevin sat in the living room of his private villa in Averlake, holding a glass of red wine. He hadn't been sleeping well lately and needed some wine to fall asleep. Scarlett's voice drifted into his ears from afar, and the gloom on his face vanished. "Scarlett, you're such a clever woman."
"What do you mean by that?" Scarlett looked up and glanced at Sebastian, who was still enjoying his breakfast, her mouth inadvertently pouting.
"Did you guess that the roses were from me? And you made it difficult for the delivery person? Only you could come up with such a plan."
As he spoke, Kevin laughed, and it seemed like all the torment he had endured due to missing her had been cleansed from her voice, with flowers blooming all around the world.
Scarlett frowned deeply. She really hadn't expected it to be Kevin, or maybe she had but didn't want to admit it. Subconsciously, she didn't want it to be him.
But she didn't want to drag it out, so she told the delivery guy she was allergic to rose pollen and couldn't accept them anymore, forcing the delivery guy to contact Kevin.
Scarlett's first reaction wasn't joy but questioning. "Did you investigate me? How else would you know where I live?"
If that was the case, Kevin probably not only knew where she lived but also who she was living with.
Thinking of this, she felt troubled. Kevin knowing she was living with Sebastian would surely provoke a strong reaction.
Kevin, with his good manners, would probably still be furious. Yet, he hadn't called to confirm and acted as if he knew nothing.
"I trust you, and I hope you can trust me. I didn't investigate your address. I remembered it from the last time you took a cab and told the driver. Does that explanation work?" Kevin explained.
Scarlett suddenly realized she was being overly suspicious.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. The roses are beautiful and fresh every day. Thank you." Scarlett looked at the roses in the vase, feeling a mix of emotions.
"As long as you like them. Don't make it hard for the delivery guy tomorrow. Enjoy it." Kevin smiled.
"Sending them every day, isn't it a bit excessive? I appreciate your kindness, no need to go to such trouble." she was a little bit guilty.
Kevin took a sip of red wine. "Scarlett, you're my fiancée. Everything I give you is rightfully yours."
After hanging up, Scarlett immediately clarified the origin of the flowers. "Mr. Kingsley, I'm sorry. These flowers are from my fiancé. I'll be receiving them every day as long as I live here. If you don't like them, you can choose to ignore them, but please don't comment anymore."
Sebastian was furious! "My offer still stands. You'd better think it through. Do you want to marry a man you don't love and live a life of pretense, or choose me and carve out your own territory, giving the Taylor family the safest protection?"
She hesitated.
Without love, marriage was just a transaction. But with love, who could guarantee it won't end in heartbreak? "Sorry, I don't like being a substitute."
"You're not a substitute." he replied.
"Then what am I? The mistress of the Kingsley family? Your wife? Your fiancée loves those titles, but I'm not interested. If there's no love either way, why should I choose you?" At least Kevin senther flowers every day. What did he do besides putting on a gloomy face?
"I'll make you realize who your best choice is." he said calmly.
Aucester Hospital.
"Scarlett! My dad suddenly had a stroke, and the doctor said there's no available bed. What should I do?"
As soon as Scarlett arrived at the hospital, Kelly grabbed her. Kelly, with a face full of sweat and teary eyes, clung to Scarlett as if she were her last hope.
"A stroke needs immediate surgery. Where is your dad?" Scarlett asked.
"All the doctors are in surgery, and they can't schedule my dad. Plus, the doctor just said there are no beds available. What should I do?" Kellt cried.
Scarlett patted her shoulder. "Don't cry. I'll contact the hospital for a bed and a doctor right away. It can't be delayed. Go stay with your father first, I'll handle it."
Kelly wiped her tears and snot, completely panicked and running around aimlessly. "Okay! I'll go. Please help me!"
Ten minutes later, Scarlett had called back all the doctors on leave or shift change through the hospital's higher-ups, reassembled a surgical team, and successfully got Kelly's father into the operating room.
Kelly, overwhelmed with gratitude, held Scarlett's hand, lost for words, bowing repeatedly in thanks, her face pale and covered in cold sweat.
The surgery took a long time. During it, Kelly's mother arrived, along with several members of the Wilson family, crowding the hallway outside the operating room.
"Luckily, the surgery was timely. The patient's condition isn't too bad, and the chances of success are high. You don't need to worry." Scarlett said after the surgery.
They thanked her profusely. Scarlett, not used to such a scene, waved it off, saying it was her duty.
Kelly's mother wiped her tears. "Kelly, Dr. Taylor has helped us. Go take her for a drink. She's been busy for over an hour."
"I'll take her for coffee, Mom. Call me if anything happens." Kelly dragged Scarlett to the hospital café, forcing her into a chair. "Scarlett, I must thank you properly today. You can't refuse."
"It's a doctor's duty. You don't have to be so polite." Scarlett said, since Kelly's enthusiasm was overwhelming.
"Aren't we friends? If we are, don't be so formal with me!" Kelly insisted.
While they waited, Piper and Samantha also came for coffee. They sat at the next table, nodding politely when they saw each other.
Kelly brought over a large tray of desserts and drinks. "I know you don't like desserts, but I strongly suggest you try some! If you don't, I'll feel bad."
There were exquisite fruit mousse, vibrant mango mille-feuille, green matcha cranberry ice cream, and a cup of rich Blue Mountain coffee.
Kelly cut a small piece of mille-feuille and brought it to Scarlett's mouth. "It's really good. I promise I wouldn't lie to you!"
But Scarlett backed away six inches, unwilling to accept it.
When she was in the hospital, she survived on large amounts of nutritional fluids and glucose every day. Day after day, she developed a strong aversion to sweet foods, even seeing them made her nauseous.Let alone eating.
She feared she'd throw up.
"I don't like this. You enjoy it." Scarlett was helpless against Kelly's forceful kindness.
Kelly stared at her. "I don't believe there's a woman in the world who doesn't like sweets. Just one bite, okay?"
Scarlett's brow furrowed. "I really..."
"Stop talking! Open your mouth!"
Perhaps because Kelly's enthusiasm was so strong, Scarlett actually opened her mouth. The refreshing sweetness melted as soon as it touched her tongue, and the mango's sweet fragrance enveloping her taste buds, blossoming and elevating the flavor.
Scarlett didn't reject it, she actually enjoyed the joy the dessert brought.
Impossible!
"How is it? Isn't it delicious?" Kelly eagerly awaited her response.
"It does taste good. Let me try the matcha ice cream." Scarlett replied.
"Great! You'll love it!"
Scarlett took a small bite. The initial taste was cold, then sweet, with a lingering fragrance.
She had actually accepted the dessert she had resisted for two years! "It really is good. Thanks for the recommendation."
Kelly jumped up excitedly, shouting, "Wow! I knew you'd like it! You know, the way you looked eating the dessert was just like Brooklyn! Besides your appearance, you are really like Brooklyn! Did you know that?"
Scarlett didn't know if she should know or not.
Piper and Samantha both looked at Scarlett, exchanging glances. Kelly's words had caught Piper's attention.
Samantha whispered, "Could Scarlett really be related to Brooklyn?"
Piper squeezed her paper coffee cup until it deformed. "It seems we need to verify it."
"How do you plan to verify it?"
Piper squeezed the cup so hard that coffee spilled onto her hand. She shook off the liquid and smiled, squinting. "Brooklyn has RH-negative blood. It's a rare blood type. If we can get Scarlett's blood, we'll know!"
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