Chapter 54 Brooklyn, You're Asking for Trouble!
Brooklyn's lips pressed together in a silent, pensive line. A melancholy air hung about her, but she managed to summon a smile, uttering a resigned, "Alright, I understand."
She exited the car, her stride brisk as she made her way to the mall's entrance. Once she crossed the threshold of the glass doors, she exhaled a sigh of relief, momentarily easing her sorrow. However, she soon found that the strength she had mustered was fleeting. This wasn't the resolution she had hoped for.
Sebastian watched as Brooklyn's figure receded into the distance. His brows furrowed in frustration, his fist colliding with the steering wheel in a fit of anger. He muttered a curse under his breath, "Insufferable woman! So eager to hand me over to another? So eager for a divorce? Fine. Just watch."
Brooklyn meandered through the mall, taking her time to carefully select gifts for Megan. After purchasing a plethora of items, she made her way back, bags in hand, her thoughts preoccupied. "Sebastian," she mused, "Tonight, I will make you proud in front of Megan. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."
On her return journey, an imported goods store caught her eye. Compelled by an inexplicable urge, she ventured inside. Almost immediately, a green-packaged toothpaste on the shelf caught her attention. Sebastian had mentioned his dislike for their current toothpaste and requested a new one. But why should she cater to his needs when he was leaving for another woman?
"Miss, this toothpaste just arrived today. It's quite a coincidence that you're here. Would you like me to wrap it up for you?" The store clerk asked. Brooklyn hesitated before agreeing, internally cursing her own decision.
Sebastian watched as Brooklyn emerged from the mall, arms laden with shopping bags. His brows furrowed in annoyance once again. Brooklyn placed the gifts in the trunk, clapping her hands together, "Since you're off to see her, I won't be needing a ride. Have a great night, Mr. Kingsley!"
Sebastian's gaze bore into Brooklyn, his expression fierce. "You...fine!" He retorted sharply before driving away.
Brooklyn returned to the quiet villa, discarding her shoes and padding barefoot across the carpet. The silence was deafening, amplifying her sense of loneliness. After tidying up, she prepared for an early start at the hospital the next day.
However, as she turned to leave, her handbag caught her eye. She remembered the toothpaste she had purchased. With a frown, she unwrapped it and carried it to the upstairs bathroom. In a fit of anger, she relocated all of Sebastian's toiletries to the first-floor bathroom. If he was leaving for Megan, they should sever all ties.
With her tasks completed, Brooklyn retired to bed. The time on her phone read 10:30 PM. The silence outside suggested that Sebastian wouldn't be returning that night.
Sebastian arrived home to a darkened villa. Spotting Brooklyn's discarded shoes at the entrance, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly. He tossed his keys onto the table and ascended the stairs, only to find the bedroom door locked. Brooklyn had made her intentions clear - there would be no reconciliation.
To add insult to injury, he discovered his toiletries had been relocated to the first-floor bathroom. "Damn it, Brooklyn, you're asking for trouble!" He grumbled, his frustration mounting.
As he brushed his teeth, he noticed the change in toothpaste.
"When did the toothpaste change?" he wondered.
Thus began the silent war between Brooklyn and Sebastian. The following morning, breakfast was prepared, but the meal was consumed in a tense silence.
The immediate aftermath of their actions manifested itself in Sebastian's absence from the villa that night. The newspapers were quick to seize the opportunity, once again stirring up rumors of his romantic entanglement with Megan.
Brooklyn, aware of Sebastian's affection for Megan, found herself grappling with a profound sense of heartache. She cast aside the newspaper and sought refuge in her work, a desperate attempt to mask the pain that threatened to consume her.
Three days later, they found themselves in the sterile confines of Aucester Hospital.
"Dr. Mitchell, the patient who just underwent heart bypass surgery has suddenly gone into cardiac arrest. Dr. Moore has requested your assistance!" A nurse, breathless and overwhelmed, burst into Brooklyn's office. She momentarily disregarded Brooklyn's typically aloof demeanor, grabbing her sleeve and pulling her towards the door.
Brooklyn, without missing a beat, grabbed her stethoscope and matched the nurse's hurried pace. "What's the situation?" she asked.
Sienna, taken aback, exclaimed, "Goodness! Does our nurse believe that Dr. Mitchell has undergone a personality transformation simply because she received some praise?"
Ellie, equally stunned, chimed in, "Since when do surgical patients require our assistance? Is Dr. Mitchell attempting to expand her expertise?"
Brooklyn, ignoring their comments, rushed to the eighth-floor ward. Three surgeons were already present, the lead doctor performing defibrillation on the patient. Despite their efforts, the monitor displayed a disheartening flatline.
Navigating through the crowd, Brooklyn lifted the patient's eyelids, instructing, "Prepare for chest compressions! Quickly!"
A male doctor nearby immediately began compressing the patient's chest. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Brooklyn ordered, "5 milligrams of adrenaline, inject it into the right vein!"
A nurse, trembling, struggled to locate a vein. Brooklyn, taking control, snatched the IV bag from her and expertly inserted the needle into the patient's vein.
"The patient has a heartbeat!"
"Dr. Mitchell, you’re incredible!"
Brooklyn exhaled a sigh of relief, her gaze landing on the nurse who had been trembling earlier. "Are you new here?" she asked.
The nurse, her head bowed, admitted, "I...I just started my internship here... I'm sorry."
Brooklyn, choosing not to reprimand her further, turned to Brycen Moore, advising, "Avoid assigning interns to the emergency room. If they become frightened, it could end their careers."
Brycen, wiping the sweat from his brow, agreed, "Dr. Mitchell, you're right. I'll see to it immediately."
Brooklyn continued, "The patient's cardiac arrest was triggered by excessive nervousness. Administer a sedative to stabilize their emotions. If there are no unexpected developments after ten hours of observation, they can be transferred to a regular ward."
"Thank you, Dr. Mitchell," Brycen responded gratefully.
Brooklyn nodded in acknowledgment and exited the ward.
Her white figure cut a striking figure against the sterile hospital corridor, the crisp sound of her black high heels echoing against the floor. After a dozen steps, a man's voice broke the silence.
"Dr. Mitchell."
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