Chapter 391 You are Brooklyn! Stop lying to me!
Scarlett's left arm was injured, but fortunately, George personally bandaged it in timee. However, Samantha's reputation at Aucester Hospital was completely ruined in less than a day.
After sending the blood sample to an external testing center, Samantha, feeling proud of her significant contribution, wanted to share her achievement with Piper. But when she dialed the phone, the response was quite unexpected.
Piper answered her call, ignoring her excitement, and interrupted her, "Dr. Scott, you were too careless and impatient. How dare you blatantly harm Scarlett? Aren't you afraid of being kicked out of Aucester Hospital?"
Scarlett was now the most famous person in the hospital. Not to mention her reputation and status at Aucester Hospital, just the fact that she was personally invited by Brian was enough to make Samantha feel inferior.
In a moment of anger, Samantha foolishly confronted and injured Scarlett, which clearly indicated that Samantha would leave Aucester Hospital.
With this in mind, Piper's attitude towards Samantha suddenly changed.
Samantha, however, was obviously unaware of the seriousness of the situation. "Aren't you exaggerating? I am the part of the Scott family. No matter how strictly Aucester Hospital handles this matter, they have to give my dad and brother some face. Would Brian really kick me out because of Scarlett? Aren't you overestimating her?"
Piper's eyes flashed with a faint light. She clearly felt that Samantha could no longer stay at Aucester Hospital. Helping the useless Samantha would only bring trouble.
"You're right, maybe I'm too nervous. I'm just worried about you. After all, your medical skills are not bad but have never been recognized. Let me know as soon as the test results come out, and drive carefully." Piper pretended to care about her.
"Don't worry, the head of the testing department is my friend. The results will be out soon." Samantha replied.
George sat apologetically in Scarlett's office, separated by a desk, nervously holding a teacup. Thinking about how Scarlett, the top doctor, was personally invited by Brain, George felt a heavy burden on his heart. After a long time, he finally smiled and said, "I apologize on behalf of Dr. Scott for today's incident. You are broad-minded and won't hold it against her, right?"
Scarlett's arm didn't hurt much anymore, but thinking about Dr. Scott's bad medical skills, she was troubled. "George, this minor injury of mine is nothing, but if Dr. Scott makes a mistake during surgery on a patient, it could be dangerous."
George quickly nodded, "You're right, Scarlett. How about this, I'll immediately arrange for Dr. Scott to temporarily work in the archives. What do you think?"
Scarlett shrugged, "I don't get involved in the hospital's personnel decisions. How to arrange it is entirely up to you, George."
George was not a stubborn person. Weighing the importance of Samantha and Scarlett, the Kingsley family and the Scott family, he quickly made a decision. "Your arm is injured, so take a few days off to rest at home. I'll try to reschedule your patients."
Scarlett nodded, "Thank you, George."
George wiped his sweat and left her office, immediately contacting the vice president to start handling Samantha's situation.
Scarlett tilted her head to look at the bandage on her arm, frowning. She didn't expect to become an injured person suddenly, completely disrupting her plans.
Lisa looked worriedly at her injured arm and couldn't help but advise, "Scarlett, let's go back to Averlake quickly. Things in Libertya are too complicated. Dr. Scott's actions just now show that she is very scheming. This place is not suitable for us."
Scarlett shook her head, "We can't leave yet. You and Cory could organize the information on the next few patients and see when the next surgery is. I'll go home first."
Lisa's deep blue eyes blinked, "Home?"
Did Scarlett say "home" too smoothly?
Scarlett smiled and corrected herself, "Yes, to the place where I live. You just said Dr. Scott is scheming, and now you're nitpicking words?"
A bright and cheerful smile unique to Averlake women spread across Lisa's face, a stark contrast to her usually reserved demeanor. She cheerfully said, "Scarlett, you've changed too. The old you would never smile like this, but now when you smile, you look truly beautiful!"
Really? How come she didn't notice any change in herself?
Didn't she used to smile?
Unable to drive with one hand, Scarlett took a cab home. Since she was on a temporary break, she arrived at the villa early. The large villa was empty, with only her inside. After walking around upstairs and downstairs, she actually felt a bit bored.
She used to be able to stay at home alone for three or four days, not talking to anyone just focusing on medical skills and patient information. Even if she were the last person on earth, she would never feel bored.
Now, just because Sebastian was not at home, she subconsciously felt a sense of emptiness.
This was not good.
Scarlett frowned, pulled out a book, and flipped through it idly. Suddenly, she noticed a piano covered with white silk in a corner of the large living room.
She hadn't noticed this thing in the villa before.
With one hand, she lifted the silk cover, revealing a black lacquered piano, brand new and shiny, as if it had never been touched.
She opened the piano lid, touched the keys with her fingers, and the crisp, long sound echoed lively in the large living room.
Then, she sat on the bench and entertained herself.
What piece should she play?
Scarlett tapped the piano board with her fingers, and a smooth, melodious, yet grand tune popped into her mind.
The black Rolls-Royce slowly drove through the villa gates, and the moment Sebastian entered, a strong yet gentle hand seemed to grip his mind!
Inside the main villa, the piano music drifting with the wind felt like thousands of tendrils in the air, all attaching themselves to his skin and flesh!
He knew this piece too well!
Before the black luxury car could even enter the garage, Sebastian opened the door, his long legs wrapped in black pants taking an eight-foot stride. The sound of his shoes scraping against the gravel path was urgent, and in just a few seconds, he had sprinted to the front door.
His clean, slender hand pressed against the door panel, and themusic in his ears grew clearer. The rhythm was a bit slow, as if played with one hand, but it didn't diminish the deep-rooted impact of the piece on him.
He closed his eyes tightly, exhaling slowly, gathering the courage to push open the double wooden doors.
Sebastian's tall figure stood in the foyer, looking down the long hallway towards the piano. Scarlett was sitting sideways at the piano, so engrossed in playing that she didn't notice him.
She was trying hard to recall the sheet music, pressing the black and white keys with one hand, switching between high and low notes not very skillfully.
The raging fire in Sebastian's chest burned fiercely, his bloodthirsty eyes emitting a chilling ice. His feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move for a long time.
It was distant and ethereal, just like an illusion.
He couldn't describe what he was seeing. Clearly, it was Scarlett's stunningly beautiful face, but he couldn't separate her features from Brooklyn's.
Her long hair fell along her temples, silky and smooth, resting on her fair collarbone and arms, she was so beautiful like in a dream.
He stared at her dreamily, his ocean-deep eyes fixed on her.
His Adam's apple bobbed several times, his thin lips parting, "Brooklyn, is that you?"
Even if she was a ghost.
Even if she was an illusion.
Scarlett turned her head, most of her profile facing Sebastian, her eyelashes like cut feathers, glowing in the afternoon light, beautiful and radiant. "Sebastian, you're back."
Perhaps the atmosphere was too harmonious, and she blurted out his name.
That voice, deadly seductive! Bridging the gap between fantasy and reality!
Brooklyn! She really was Brooklyn!
Sebastian's blood surged, and like a drowning man finding a lifeline, he rushed to her side. He bent down and wrapped his arms around Scarlett, pressing his chest against her back, his large hands encircling her arms, completely enveloping the slender Scarlett in his world. "Is it really you? Brooklyn, you're back?"
Scarlett's brow furrowed, then furrowed again. Damn it, he mistook her for Brooklyn again!
Scarlett struggled, but Sebastian was too strong, and she failed. "Mr. Kingsley, look clearly. I'm not your wife, I'm Scarlett!"
Sebastian, holding her, didn't move an inch, his iron arms like a fortress. "You are Brooklyn! Stop lying to me!"
He suddenly became like a stubborn child, refusing to let her argue once he had decided on something, stubbornly domineering.
Scarlett bit her lip, a hint of helplessness and pity on her face. "Mr. Kingsley, look at me. How am I similar to Brooklyn?"
He gripped her arms tightly, his voice sinking into the abyss, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. "How do you know this piece? This song is a shared memory between my wife and me! You couldn't possibly know it!"
She must be Brooklyn!
He suddenly remembered the bite mark on her chest!
Sebastian, like a mad lion, his hands turned into iron clamps and sharp blades, violently and almost savagely tearing at Scarlett's clothes!
"Sebastian! What are you doing! Let go of me!" Scarlett panicked, unable to use her injured arm, and could only use her right hand to try to pry his iron grip. But he so too strong that she couldn't muster any force.
Sebastian tore and pulled like a wild beast! "You are Brooklyn!"
Scarlett's clothes were forcibly torn apart, the shredded fabric unable to cover her snow-white skin, her chest fully exposed to his eyes.
He violently removed her only restraint, exposing her breasts.
"You bastard! She pounded his back with her one hand, hitting his shoulders, but Sebastian seemed petrified, showing no reaction.
He seemed drained of all strength, his hands falling weakly.
There was no bite mark on her chest. Such a deep mark couldn't have disappeared without a trace.
She really wasn't Brooklyn.
Sebastian's heart and lungs ached, a tearing pain, sharp and intense, too many feelings pulling at once.
Scarlett picked her torn clothes to cover her chest, shielding her breasts.
She thought he had gone wild, but he suddenly turned into a lost child. "What's wrong with you?"
He didn't reply.
"Eternal Love," the piece he had specially played for Brooklyn on the cruise, almost exclusively belonged to him and Brooklyn in Sebastian's heart.
But Scarlett had stolen their story.
"How do you know this song?" he asked again, unwilling to give up.
Scarlett didn't know how to answer. Just now, inspiration struck her, and she even remembered the sheet music, as if she had played it countless times before.
"Mr. Kingsley, that's a funny question. You can find it online. If you can listen to it and like it, why can't I?" She sneered.
Sebastian's face darkened, the light in his heart extinguishing one by one. "Scarlett, who are you really? If you are Brooklyn, please tell me. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Just tell me, you are Brooklyn!"
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