Chapter 520 Hillbilly, I Like You
"Are you serious? Scared of dying?"
"Shit! Who jokes about that?" Quinn felt a chill run down his spine. Damn.
"Alright, alright, no more jokes, you chicken. Let's drink!"
After downing several bottles of beer, they had no idea how much cold wind they had endured.
Arabella giggled at Quinn, clearly tipsy, her eyes hazy. "You don't know me. The person you think you know isn't me."
Quinn lightly tapped her head. "You're talking nonsense, you're really out of it."
They lay there, staring at the starry sky.
Arabella mumbled something, her voice gradually fading. She turned to look at Quinn. "Don't just stay silent. Say something."
One of her arms wrapped around Quinn's, like a child clinging to him. Arabella's head rested on his shoulder, using it as a comfortable pillow.
Quinn felt a warmth under his chin, the essence of the alcohol mixed with a pleasant scent filling his nostrils.
For a moment, Quinn was taken aback, unexpectedly finding the person close to him not annoying. This hillbilly was actually kind of fun.
Quinn patted her head, like soothing a child. "Hey, hillbilly, do you know me?" The person leaning on his shoulder didn't respond.
Quinn almost muttered to himself, "The person you know isn't the real me. I'm not the second son of the Kingsley family you imagine. I'm just a bastard. Do you know what a bastard is?"
Arabella found a warm spot, snuggling closer, unknowingly pressing her face against Quinn's chest.
She clung to Quinn like a koala, finally feeling secure.
She made soft, unconscious sounds.
Quinn said, "I remember when I was little, after being bullied, I didn't dare let my mom know. I'd run to the rooftop alone, look at the stars and the moon, cry, and then go home."
He laughed, both wistful and bitter. "Hillbilly, I envy you. What's so great about one's background? Nothing. All I want is for my family to be together..." Thinking of this, Quinn's expression turned heavy and sorrowful.
"A family? With a family like ours, how could we ever be together? My dad, my mom, Sebastian... and Sebastian's mother. Our family can never be whole."
His eyes felt dry, almost on the verge of tears. He forced himself to hold back, pushing the hot tears back into his eyes.
As the night deepened, the stars shone brighter, and the moonlight, like a lamp, poured down from the distant sky, making the face of the person beside him look even more endearing.
Quinn self-mockingly said, "Hillbilly, my eyes must be playing tricks on me. You, a hillbilly, have nothing to do with being cute."
Arabella had already fallen asleep, quietly hugging Quinn's arm, sleeping peacefully and sweetly.
"Hillbilly? Wake up. Hey, hillbilly, tell me where you live. How the hell am I supposed to get you home?"
Arabella smacked her lips, showing no sign of waking up.
"Shit!"
Quinn leaned down and picked up Arabella. Her soft, slender frame felt weightless in his arms. He called out a few more times, but she remained unresponsive. Quinn had no choice but to carry her away.
"Seriously, what kind of tolerance do you have? You're already drunk. I can't drink with you again."
Not knowing where Arabella lived and unable to take her home, Quinn headed straight to a hotel.
He tossed Arabella onto the bed in the hotel suite, scratching his head. "Great, now what?"
Awkwardly, he took off Arabella's shoes and tucked her into bed.
"Hillbilly, I have no intentions towards you. I'm just being a good Samaritan tonight and helping you out. Don't bite me when you wake up."
Saying this, Quinn removed her glasses.
With the black-rimmed glasses off, a delicate face was revealed. He brushed aside her bangs and hair, uncovering a beautiful face Quinn had never seen before, with soft, gentle lines outlining her chin and cheeks.
Quinn was stunned, unexpectedly finding this face familiar and comforting.
She slept quietly, completely different from her loud and boisterous daytime self.
"Hillbilly, I have a bad feeling." He leaned down and pinched Arabella's cheek. It felt really nice!
"I have a feeling I might be falling for you, this rough and rustic person."
Meanwhile, Sebastian pushed open the study door, silently approaching Brooklyn, who was engrossed in her medical book. He stood behind her, glancing at the densely written notes and simple diagrams in the notebook beside her.
"Brooklyn, it's late. Go to bed and continue tomorrow."
Startled by the sudden voice, Brooklyn looked up sharply. "Sofia's condition can't wait. I must find a way to treat her."
Sebastian leaned closer to her chair, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Brooklyn, you need to accept that doctors aren't gods. Not every illness can be cured. Don't wear yourself out, okay?"
Brooklyn shook her head. "I believe there's a way. I just don't know what it is yet. Heart disease is different from blood disorders. Heart disease shouldn't have incurable conditions in theory. If there's no other way, I want to find my mentor."
Sebastian frowned. "Your mentor?"
Brooklyn nodded. "Yeah, my mentor from Averlake, where I studied medicine. He's a heart specialist, but he's retired now. I need to find him first."
"Give me his information. I'll find him, but I won't let you go back to Averlake. He'll come to Libertya."
Brooklyn looked at him skeptically. "That's impossible. My mentor doesn't help just anyone, and he doesn't meet just anyone either. Even you might not get his attention. Plus, my mentor despises wealthy people who think money can solve everything. If you offer him money, he'll definitely kick you out."
Sebastian pondered for a moment, then pulled Brooklyn up by her hand. "Not necessarily."
Suddenly, Brooklyn's phone vibrated. She picked it up, seeing a call from the hospital, and quickly answered.
"Hello."
"Dr. Mitchell, are you awake? Sofia's heart has stopped. Can you come and check?"
Brooklyn was shocked, almost stumbling. "When?"
"A few minutes ago. The on-duty doctor is trying to resuscitate her, but you know her condition best."
"Alright! I'm on my way!"
She hung up the phone. "Honey, I have to go to the hospital. Sofia..."
"I'll take you. Let's go."
Brooklyn nodded. "Okay!"
The car sped through the night, heading straight to the hospital.
Brooklyn ran to the emergency room, not even stopping to talk to Peregrine outside. Peregrine tried to catch up and ask something, but all he saw was Brooklyn's white coat disappearing.
Sebastian and Peregrine stood outside the emergency room, neither saying a word.
Several nurses noticed Sebastian standing tall in the hospital corridor, sneaking glances and whispering.
"Dr. Mitchell is so lucky. Having such a handsome husband must make her feel great every day!"
"And he even personally brought Dr. Mitchell to the hospital. So considerate and caring!"
Sebastian's face remained calm, his deep eyes showing no emotion, quietly watching the lights inside. The clock on the wall pointed to 10:45 PM.
Being a doctor is really tough.
"How's the patient?"
As he was deep in thought, Zach hurried over, surprised to see Sebastian standing there. "Brooklyn's inside?"
Sebastian nodded. "Yeah."
A nurse explained Sofia's condition to Zach, who nodded. "Got it."
Zach turned and entered the emergency room, and the corridor returned to silence.
Peregrine crouched on the floor, holding his head. "I'm so useless! I should have watched her. How could I fall asleep?"
He started hitting his head hard, the sound echoing in the corridor, fast and fierce.
Sebastian stepped forward. "Mr. Holloway."
Peregrine realized Sebastian was behind him and stood up. "Mr. Kingsley? What are you doing here?"
"I've heard about your daughter's condition from Brooklyn. What you need to do now is not to blame yourself, but to be a good example for your daughter. Your self-blame won't help her treatment."
Peregrine's eyes were red as he leaned against the wall, smiling bitterly. "Sofia is my daughter. How could I not feel heartbroken? Mr. Kingsley, you don't have children, so you can't understand what it's like for a father to see his daughter lying in a hospital bed."
Father?
In Sebastian's world, a father wasn't like that.
Sebastian frowned. "I'll find a way to treat your daughter. You can rest assured, Mr. Holloway."
His voice was calm and steady, still devoid of extra emotion.
Peregrine nodded weakly. "Thank you. Sofia is my only family. She's the only reason I've lived this long. If she leaves me, I might not survive."
Sebastian put one hand in his pocket, looking at Peregrine. After a moment of hesitation, he patted his shoulder. "We'll find a way together."
Peregrine wiped his tears. "Thank you."
The emergency room door finally opened.
Brooklyn and Zach walked out together, removing their masks. The people outside quickly approached.
"Doctor, how's my daughter?"
Brooklyn smiled tiredly. "She's stable now."
Sofia was wheeled out, her pale face covered with an oxygen mask, showing almost no signs of life except for her heartbeat.
Peregrine and Dr. Carter took the patient to the ICU. Brooklyn took a deep breath. "Another intense battle. Luckily, her will to live is strong. Otherwise, even doctors might not have been able to save her."
Sebastian hugged her shoulders. "I'm going to Averlake for a business trip tomorrow. I'll personally ask your mentor to help. She'll be okay."
Brooklyn looked up at Sebastian, shocked. "You're going to ask him personally? Sebastian, are you serious?"
Sebastian smiled affectionately. "I said I'd handle it differently."
Brooklyn looked at him suspiciously. "What got into you? The always-money-solves-everything Sebastian is going for the emotional approach?"
Sebastian laughed at her teasing. "Yes, I want to see if this approach works."
"If you're willing, it definitely will!"
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