Chapter 55 Sebastian's Resolve to Marry Megan
Brooklyn halted in her tracks, pivoting to face the slender figure that had appeared before her. The man, dressed in a simple white jacket, exuded an aura of tranquility. His attire suited him well, adding a touch of elegance to his demeanor.
His gaze was soft, a medical file cradled in his hands, lending him an air of scholarly sophistication.
Yet, Brooklyn didn't recognize him. "Who are you?" she queried.
"Dr. Mitchell! We have a patient in the emergency room who needs your attention!" Before the man could utter a response, a nurse dashed towards them, her urgent plea interrupting their exchange. Brooklyn gave a curt nod in his direction before sprinting off towards the emergency room.
Left alone in the expansive corridor, the man remained rooted to the spot, his gaze trailing Brooklyn's retreating figure. She disappeared into the distance, her white coat fluttering behind her like a butterfly's wings. A tender smile graced his lips.
In the emergency room, Brooklyn retrieved her stethoscope, her brow furrowed in concentration as she assessed the patient's condition.
She applied pressure to the patient's abdomen, monitoring their vital signs. "The heart valve is compromised, we need a surgeon immediately!" she declared.
"Understood, Dr. Davis! This way..."
As the patient was whisked away into the operating room, Brooklyn sank into a nearby chair, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She stared at her hands, spread out before her, a sense of powerlessness washing over her.
Had it not been for that fateful year, she could have been a surgeon. She could have wielded a scalpel, pulling patients back from the precipice of death.
Exhausted, Brooklyn closed her eyes, images from her past flooding her mind, threatening to drown her thoughts and senses.
Her hand clenched into a fist, her slender fingers digging into her flesh, leaving deep imprints on her palm.
Sweat beaded on her fair skin, a result of her emotional turmoil. Brooklyn felt as though her heart was being suffocated.
Struggling to pull herself from the grip of her memories, Brooklyn unclenched her hand, examining the self-inflicted bruises. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Was it fate?
Perhaps it was. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.
Brooklyn returned to her office, finding Sienna and Ellie engaged in animated conversation. They had just returned from the ward, their faces alight with excitement.
As Brooklyn settled into her chair, Sienna turned to her, a grin spreading across her face. "Dr. Mitchell, have you been so engrossed in work that you're losing your sanity? I found some juicy gossip to distract myself from an irksome patient."
With that, Sienna thrust her phone towards Brooklyn. "Isn't it clear? Doesn't it look good? Journalists these days are so crafty, sneaking into people's homes to snap pictures. But honestly, Kingsley Villa is truly opulent! It's no wonder it's owned by the wealthy. The house is like a castle! A royal castle!"
Brooklyn squinted at the screen. Displayed was the Kingsley Villa, a luxurious abode boasting a prime location and exquisite design, a unique gem in Aucester.
The next photo revealed Megan, arm in arm with Jennifer, exiting the villa, their faces alight with joy. Megan, adorned in a long dress and minimal makeup, looked radiant, much to Jennifer's delight as her prospective daughter-in-law.
However, these images did little to faze Brooklyn. What truly struck a chord was the third photo.
The image captured Sebastian, chivalrously holding open the car door, a sleek black Bentley idling by the villa's entrance, awaiting Jennifer and Megan's arrival.
Brooklyn's gaze lingered on the picture-perfect family - the radiant pregnant woman, the doting mother-in-law, and the handsome host.
The news headline read: "[Megan's close ties with Mrs. Kingsley; Kingsley Villa welcomes her at all times.]"
The headline, coupled with the accompanying photo, left Brooklyn reeling.
A realization dawned on her; Sebastian was resolute in his decision to marry Megan.