Chapter 553 I Left You Behind, Will You Come With Me
Just one press and all the hatred would vanish! The dead would finally rest in peace.
He wouldn't wake up from nightmares anymore, wouldn't endure the accusations of the dead, wouldn't face any condemnation. Everything would end, completely end!
From the first day he stepped into the hospital, he had been waiting for this moment!
That invisible bomb was like his heart, reminding him every day, telling him who was responsible for his father's death!
He had used it countless times to warn himself, not to soften, not to relent!
Sebastian was a murderer! He was a murderer!
No one knew that Jake had placed a bomb on his desk, and no one knew what he was thinking as he stared blankly at the succulent plant on the table.
Jake closed his eyes again, and the past replayed before him!
He never would have thought that Brooklyn would give him Sebastian's car keys!
After all this time, his plan had finally succeeded, and it felt even better than he had imagined. It was a good opportunity to kill Sebastian, to avenge his parents!
Sebastian!
His bloodshot eyes, the surging emotions, the overwhelming waves of anger, all came rushing in, endless!
Jake stared at the figure in the surveillance footage, his eyes emitting a deadly cold light!
Each cut was sharp and fierce!
But suddenly, the car swerved!
Jake's hand, gripping the remote, was suddenly stopped by someone pressing the brake, forcing him to halt, unable to move, unable to take the next step!
How could this be?
Why was Brooklyn in the car?
So late, why was she in Sebastian's car?
He had seen her get out of Sebastian's car, how could she be sitting in the passenger seat?
Jake's bloodthirsty gaze suddenly lost its edge and ferocity. Seeing the smiling profile in the surveillance, Jake's heart raced. Thank goodness he hadn't pressed it.
Sebastian deserved to die, but Brooklyn couldn't die.
Jake couldn't kill an innocent person; otherwise, how would he be any different from Sebastian?
Jake stopped his actions, staring blankly at the screen. The image switched to Sebastian's side, showing him gently holding a hand, his actions tender and full of affection.
Jake couldn't describe the complex emotions he felt, his head spinning, unable to breathe.
The remote in his hand was pressed under his palm for a long, long time.
"Sofia, I told you, it's late, Brooklyn has already gone home to sleep, you can't find her now!"
During his internal struggle, a voice suddenly came from the hallway.
Jake quickly turned off the computer, put the remote in the drawer, and locked it.
Benedict, dressed in a white professional outfit, walked over with Sofia in his arms, joking with her.
Sofia pouted, unwilling to give up, "I want to find Brooklyn. She said she'd tell me a story tonight."
"Brooklyn wants to tell you a story? What kind of story? I can tell stories too, it's the same if I tell you!"
Sofia pouted stubbornly, "I want Brooklyn to tell me, not you."
"Alright, let's go find Brooklyn and see if she's here."
The voices got closer, and Benedict's figure appeared outside Brooklyn's office.
Outside were two main desks, Arabella's was empty, and Jake was still there.
Seeing Benedict come in, Jake stood up, his face expressionless as he nodded, "Professor Harrington, it's late, you're still here?"
Benedict's sharp eyes glanced at Jake, and then he smiled nonchalantly, "What's the rush? You're here too. I heard Brooklyn guided you and Arabella through surgery today, how was it? Her skills are pretty good, right?"
As he spoke, Benedict observed Jake's expression and movements, looked around him, and then smiled meaningfully.
"Dr. Mitchell's medical skills are impressive, I admire her. It has nothing to do with whose apprentice she is. I believe Dr. Mitchell has surpassed your expertise in surgery."
Benedict laughed, "Nonsense, I taught her internal medicine, I don't handle surgical knives."
Jake packed his things, ready to leave, picking up his car keys. His tall figure walked out of the cubicle, "Professor Harrington, it's late, you should rest."
Benedict chuckled, teasing Sofia, "I'm old, I sleep less, I'm very alert at night, especially these eyes, very clear at night, very clear!"
Jake's smile didn't reach his eyes, "Professor Harrington, take care, see you tomorrow."
Watching Jake leave, Benedict pondered for a moment.
"Sofia, I like children. Children's thoughts are simple; they say what they think, and they want what they like. But when they grow up, it's different. Adults' minds are full of twists and turns, they don't say what they want directly, and they learn to hide, to cover up, to be evasive. Being a child is so much better."
Sofia, of course, didn't understand, and just played in his arms, "Benedict, where's Brooklyn? I want Brooklyn to hold me."
Benedict pinched her little nose, "Brooklyn doesn't have time to hold you now, Brooklyn has to work hard to have a baby, so the Pemberton family can have an heir, you know?"
Benedict lovingly pinched Sofia's little nose again.
Of course, Sofia didn't understand his meaning, pouting in disappointment as she left in his arms, looking back every few steps.
Bianca woke up from the pain, feeling sore and aching all over before she even opened her eyes.
Her neck hurt, her whole body hurt, and her eyes were sore and uncomfortable.
Rubbing her forehead to open her eyes, Bianca saw Brandon lying next to her.
"Brandon!"
Her voice made her throat sting, like knives and needles tearing at her throat. Thinking of yesterday, Bianca threw off the covers. She was wearing a white dress, stained with dried blood, some of it on the sheets.
Pressing her forehead, trying to recall, but she couldn't remember what happened last night. What did she do? She only remembered drinking, drinking a lot, and then?
Rubbing her head hard, Bianca completely forgot what happened yesterday.
But why was Brandon here? How did he get in? Why was he lying on her bed and holding her hand?
What happened to Brandon's hand?
What was the pain in her neck?
"Brandon, wake up!"
Brandon, half-asleep on the bed, recognized the voice calling his name and woke up with a start!
"Bianca! You're awake! Are you feeling better? Do you need water?"
Brandon got up and reached out to support Bianca's shoulder, but she dodged him.
Bianca glared at him, showing disdain, "Mr. Hernandez, care to explain why you're in my house, on my bed, holding my hand?"
Brandon's heart skipped a beat, "You don't remember anything?"
Bianca kicked him off the bed, "Obviously, I don't."
"How can you say that so matter-of-factly, Bianca."
He stopped mid-sentence, remembering what Brooklyn had told him last night, and patiently said, "Alright, it's okay if you don't remember, it's better to forget bad memories."
Bianca slipped on her slippers and went to the living room, feeling weak and dizzy from the hangover. In the living room, she paused, "When did the cleaning lady come?"
Brandon replied, "The cleaning lady didn't come, I cleaned your living room. When I arrived yesterday, the place was full of bottles. Now it's better, isn't it?"
Brandon stretched, recalling last night. He had painstakingly cleaned Bianca's living room, cleared the trash, tidied the bathroom, and wiped the bloodstains... practically a top-notch man.
Bianca glanced at him, a cold smile on her lips, "Mr. Hernandez, don't joke around in the morning. Did Brooklyn come over last night? And my neck, your hand... did I do something last night?"
"No, no! You didn't do anything, just accidentally cut yourself while peeling fruit."
Bianca ignored him, heading to the bathroom. Turning back, she saw Brandon following her, "Mr. Hernandez, I need to use the bathroom, what do you want?"
Brandon quickly stepped back, "I need to use it too, you first, you first."
Brandon rubbed his temples. How was he supposed to take care of a woman?
Desperate, Brandon called Sebastian. The call connected quickly, and he heard Sebastian's slightly breathless voice as if he was running.
"Brandon, enjoying the morning after a night with a beauty?"
"Sebastian, do you have to say that? Anyway, have you ever done anything for Brooklyn in the morning?"
Sebastian understood, "Bianca woke up?"
"Yes, she's in a bad mood, hard to please."
Sebastian stopped running, finishing his thirty-minute jog, wiped the sweat from his face, and drank some water, "Can you cook?"
Brandon replied, "No."
"Can you buy food?"
"Of course."
"Get her favorite breakfast, have it ready when she finishes her shower, and you'll be fine."
Brandon asked, "Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay!"
Brandon hung up and rushed downstairs to buy breakfast, but he didn't know what Bianca liked, so he bought a bit of everything.
When he returned, it was too late.
Bianca's door was closed and locked.
Brandon knocked hard, "Bianca! Open the door!"
Bianca, freshly showered and dressed, stood inside, arms crossed, watching Brandon through the peephole, "Mr. Hernandez, what's this about?"
"I bought you breakfast, let me in." He replied.
"No need for breakfast, please leave." She said.
Brandon, holding bags of food, was helpless, "Bianca, you can't just kick me out after I took care of you all night."
"Thank you, Mr. Hernandez, so please go rest." Bianca's red lips curved slightly, and the anxious Brandon outside looked quite amusing.
Brandon frowned, "Alright, I'll leave, but let me get my stuff first. Open the door, I'll be out in a minute."
Bianca shrugged, "Okay."
She opened the door, and Brandon, relieved, came in, placing the breakfast on the living room table and sitting down.
"Mr. Hernandez, your minute is up. Where's your stuff?" Bianca reminded.
Brandon took a deep breath, his eyes filled with emotion, "I left you behind, will you come with me?"
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