Chapter 517 Her Tears, His Heartache
Brooklyn pulled out Sofia's medical file and pointed to the blood type matching section. "This is Sofia's test report. The best treatment for her right now is a heart transplant, but because of her rare blood type, it's hard to find a match."
As she spoke, Brooklyn slid the file over to Sebastian. He immediately recognized the familiar letters indicating the blood type, the same as his wife's.
Sebastian's brow furrowed quickly, and he slammed his hand over the text, gripping Brooklyn's hand tightly. His eyes were intense, like he was staring at a bird about to fly away. His voice was low and tense. "Brooklyn, don't tell me you're planning to give her your heart!"
His teeth were clenched, fearing the confirmation of his question. If Brooklyn said yes, Sebastian would truly break down.
Brooklyn blinked and looked back at Sebastian's anxious eyes, more terrified than facing a great enemy. She burst into laughter. "What are you thinking, Mr. Kingsley? How could I give her my heart?"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Then, my dear, what do you need to discuss with me? There's nothing you need to consult me about. I've told you, you can make any decision."
No need to report to him.
Brooklyn looked at Sebastian's usually unshakable face, now adorably tense, and felt a warmth spread in her heart. "Dear, if I were to give her my heart, what would you think?"
"Impossible!" His response was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. A heart transplant was suicide, and he would never agree to it.
Brooklyn couldn't bear to tease him any longer. She patted the back of his hand. "Although I'm a doctor, I'm not that noble. At heart, I'm a coward who fears death. So, Mr. Kingsley, don't worry."
Sebastian's grip on her fingers tightened unconsciously. He was now terrified of any risk, and even a joke could deeply move him. He couldn't bear any more risks.
"Brooklyn, don't ever joke about this again." His tone was serious, not indulgent.
Brooklyn hadn't expected such a strong reaction. She raised a hand in a vow of apology. "Alright, alright, no more jokes. What I wanted to discuss is that Sofia's mother has a matching blood type, also RH negative. But..." Brooklyn sighed. "You can't take a heart from a living person. That would be indirect murder."
Brooklyn rubbed her forehead in frustration, her voice lowering. "Dear, I'm facing a tough problem. I might not be able to save Peregrine's daughter."
Seeing her guilt-ridden expression, Sebastian stood up and walked behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her. "Brooklyn, you're a doctor, not a god. Even the best doctors can't save everyone. Don't put any pressure on yourself. Just do your best."
Brooklyn's nose tingled with emotion. She leaned into his embrace, burying her face in his arm, her voice choked. "I've saved so many people, faced countless difficult cases, but why does it have to be Peregrine's daughter? I promised him, I promised him."
Her voice was hoarse, and it felt like her tears were about to seep through Sebastian's suit.
Sebastian smoothed her hair and kissed her head gently. "I'll explain to Peregrine. Don't cry, okay?"
Seeing her cry made his heart feel like it was shattering.
Brooklyn held back her tears. She rarely cried, and even less often felt so helpless and pessimistic. Her usual strength crumbled in his presence, and she just wanted to lean on his warmth and let it all out.
Wiping her tears, Brooklyn lowered her head to hide her tear-streaked face from Sebastian. "I'm okay now. I just couldn't accept it for a moment. You should get back to work."
How could Sebastian leave her?
He held her hand, crouched down, and gently wiped her tears with his thumb. His eyes were full of tenderness, wishing he could shoulder all her burdens.
"It's already after work. I'm here to take you home. Let's not think about this for now."
Brooklyn nodded. "I'll think of another way. Sofia is just a child. I can't bear it."
At that moment, Brooklyn's phone rang.
The sudden ringtone broke the sad atmosphere in the office. Seeing an unfamiliar number, Brooklyn assumed it was a patient and answered. "Hello."
On the other end, there was a moment of heavy breathing, followed by sobbing. The crying continued for several seconds before someone spoke.
"Brooklyn! It's me! Please, you have to save me! Save me!"
Susie?
Brooklyn glanced at Sebastian, mouthing Susie's name. Sebastian reached to grab the phone, not wanting his wife to hear a word from that woman.
Brooklyn dodged his hand and spoke coldly. "Susie, why are you crying? Just tell me what's going on."
Susie sobbed, her voice filled with despair. "Brooklyn, you have to save me. Marc is going to kill me. He's going to kill me!"
Brooklyn's brow furrowed. "Marc is hitting you? Well, you chose him. If he kills you, you still have to live with him. Now you come to me for help?"
Susie cried harder. "Brooklyn, Marc has other women. He doesn't love me. Now he's trying to take our son and kick Mom and me out. Brooklyn, I have no one else. You're my only family. Please, Brooklyn, I'm begging you! Save me!"
Susie's voice was frantic, as if she was running out of time.
Brooklyn's lips curled into a bitter smile. How ironic. When Susie was on top, she didn't think of her. Now that she's down and out, she remembers she has a sister.
Too late.
Brooklyn's voice was cold and emotionless. "Susie, do you know what karma is? This is it."
"Brooklyn, I know I was wrong. Please, save me and my son. I'll do anything you ask!"
The crying and pleading continued. Sebastian took the phone from Brooklyn. "Susie."
His icy tone silenced Susie instantly.
"Listen, whatever happens to you is your own doing. It has nothing to do with your sister. If you bother her again, I won't hesitate to end it myself."
Susie stared at her phone, speechless, until the call ended. She collapsed to the floor, her face even more contorted with rage.
Sebastian put the phone down and turned to Brooklyn. "Brooklyn, listen to me. No matter how much Susie begs, don't give her another chance. Some people don't deserve forgiveness. Your kindness will only lead to more mistakes and more chances to hurt you."
Brooklyn looked at her phone, then at him. "Susie is being abused by Marc. She must be in a bad place."
Sebastian was firm. "So what? It's her own doing. She has to face the consequences."
Brooklyn's throat tightened. "Okay."
Sebastian didn't tell Brooklyn that Susie's call for help was likely more than just domestic abuse. With so many of Marc's men dead, he must have seen something.
Ha!
A man who hits women, Sebastian would definitely deal with him.
Meanwhile, in his office, Brian sat in his chair, with Quinn seated across from him. They had been silently staring at each other for a while. Quinn's fists were clenched on his knees, his whole body tense, ready to explode.
Brian exhaled sharply. "Quinn, what I just told you isn't a discussion. It's an order. You have to accept it."
Quinn gritted his teeth. "I'll agree to anything else, but not this. I can't agree to it."
Brian slammed his hand on the desk, making everything on it shake. "Nonsense! You dare defy me! This is an order. You will follow it! I've already drafted the documents. Starting next Monday, you'll be the Executive Vice President of MBK."
"I refuse!" Quinn stood up, his chest heaving with anger. He couldn't directly confront Brian, so he swallowed most of his rage, letting out only a small part. "Dad, the company is doing well under my brother's management. I haven't done anything to deserve the position of Vice President. You made me the Finance Manager, which is already beyond my capabilities. I refuse. No matter what you say, I won't agree."
Brian leaned forward, his eyes sharp with decades of experience. "Quinn, be honest with me. Do you really have no interest in MBK?"
Quinn smiled, his young face brightening with the expression. "No, I have no interest. Even if you made me President or Chairman, I wouldn't want it."
"Fool! Quinn, do you know what you're saying?" Brian stood up, furious, leaning on the desk for support.
Quinn also stood, his stance firm. "I know exactly what I'm saying. I know how much Sebastian has sacrificed for the company. Without him, MBK wouldn't be where it is today. If you try to undermine him, I advise against it. When he retaliates, you'll regret it."
"So, you're determined to resist? You're my son! You dare disobey me!" Brian's voice was threatening, his eyes cold.
Quinn smiled bitterly, his hands on the desk. "Dad, when you abandoned me and my mom, kicking us out when I was just a month old, did you think about me being your son?"
Quinn's eyes welled up, but he held back his tears, trying to smile. "You have no idea what my life was like before I was eight. Dad, I admire you for being able to take me from my mom. You treated me well, tried to make up for it, and even loved me more than Sebastian. But some things, some wounds, never heal."
Quinn's eyes burned with unshed tears. "I'm used to being called a bastard. I'm not used to being in such a high position. Now you want to use me to control Sebastian. Dad, you've got the wrong person."
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