Chapter 560 Discuss Business in My Arms
A gentle breeze rustled through the garden, swaying the shadows of the trees. Jennifer sat alone on a bench, gazing at the row of tall trees in front of her.
Beneath the towering trees, a cluster of small shrubs struggled to grow, their branches intertwined, striving to reach higher, but the sunlight was blocked by the trees above, depriving them of the nourishment they needed.
These shrubs might never grow tall, forever living in the shadow of the big trees, leading a life of humility and frustration.
Jennifer tightened her grip, her eyes fixed on the shrubs. Her well-maintained face showed a hint of shrewdness as she pondered deeply.
The person on the other end of the line asked warily, "Your son? You mean Sebastian? He's the CEO of MBK, Brian's son, and the future heir of MBK. Who could possibly threaten him? Even if there was, it shouldn't be you, his mother, asking for help. He should handle it himself."
Jennifer let out a cold, faint laugh, her eyes gleaming with a sharper intensity. Years of experience were etched in her gaze, a maturity that time had bestowed upon her, irreplaceable by anyone. "The one who shouldn't stain his hands with blood is him. These matters, I will handle for him. I want my son to remain clean, so that one day, he can stand tall and take his rightful place."
As she spoke, a motherly smile appeared on Jennifer's face, a mix of happiness, fatigue, and resignation, eventually settling into calmness. She smiled faintly, "I'll give you the money. Don't worry."
After hanging up, Jennifer sat quietly on the bench for a while. A few minutes later, she got up and walked out of the park.
Arabella bounced into Brooklyn's office, clutching a file. She knocked twice and peeked her head in. "Dr. Mitchell, can I come in?"
Brooklyn was reading the news on her computer screen, her brows furrowed deeply. Without looking up, she said, "Come in."
Arabella pulled up a chair and sat in front of Brooklyn's desk, handing over the file. "This is the weekly work summary. Please take a look."
Brooklyn's fingers moved the mouse, her eyes on the news headlines. She glanced at Arabella's cheerful face out of the corner of her eye. "You seem happy. Got some good news to share?"
Arabella propped her chin on her hand, her eyes twinkling with envy as she looked at Brooklyn. "No big news, just that it's the weekend! Of course, I'm happy to get some rest. I'm going back to school for a project my advisor is working on. And... actually, I'm pretty unlucky. My thesis got selected for blind review!"
Brooklyn finally finished reading the news, getting a general idea of the situation between the Turner Group and Simon. She figured Sebastian would soon start making his moves.
"You're still in a good mood despite the blind review?" Brooklyn teased, finding Arabella's distressed expression amusing.
Arabella's distress didn't last long before she continued smiling. "Brooklyn, didn't you get what I meant? Blind review..."
Brooklyn flipped through the file, occasionally making notes. "I understand. So, all you can do now is wait for the results. If it doesn't pass, revise it. If it does, I'll treat you to a celebratory meal."
Arabella's bright eyes dimmed again. After a moment of deliberation, she continued, "Brooklyn, I found out that one of the professors on the review team knows you, and he's the lead reviewer. So... if you could put in a good word for me, I'll treat you to the best meal in Aucester! How about it?"
Brooklyn finally understood that Arabella had been building up to ask for her help.
Putting down the file, Brooklyn's steady gaze met Arabella's pleading eyes. "No. Your master's thesis is a measure of your research over the years. Passing the blind review proves your mastery of the subject. If not, you need to think about how to improve it. Asking for my help is not an option."
Arabella immediately protested, "Brooklyn, don't be so strict! The blind reviewers are like grim reapers. Last year, ninety percent of the theses they reviewed didn't pass. It took over a month to revise them. Please help me! I'm so tired of this thesis; it's making me sick!"
Brooklyn shook her head, her serene gaze showing a hint of helplessness. Eventually, she relented a bit. "Send your thesis to my email. I'll take a look at it."
Arabella jumped up, grabbing Brooklyn's hand like a lifeline. "Brooklyn! You're the best! I love you! I'll send it right away. Thank you!"
Brooklyn tapped Arabella's forehead, said helplessly, "You're the top graduate of Aucester Medical University. If you're scared, what about everyone else?"
Arabella giggled, shaking Brooklyn's hand. "It's a stressful time! I'm just a fragile person. Brooklyn, I salute you!"
Arabella left Brooklyn's office, happier than if she'd won the lottery. Of course, getting Brooklyn to review her thesis was even better than winning the lottery!
Brooklyn had a few patients to follow up with, so after talking to Arabella, she grabbed her clipboard and headed to the cardiology ward.
As she stepped out of the elevator, Zach and a few cardiologists emerged from another elevator. Zach was talking to the doctors, not noticing Brooklyn.
Brooklyn walked behind them, observing Zach. His tall figure in the white hospital uniform exuded a unique charm, elegant and noble.
It was a different aura from the opulence of businessmen. He was so clean, it was hard to associate him with the world of money.
She couldn't help but smile. Such a refined and clean man deserved to live a happy life. Anything less would be a disservice to his character.
Zach finally finished his conversation, the interns around him laughing and chatting.
As he heard the click of high heels behind him, Zach turned, recognizing Brooklyn's confident stride without looking.
"Why didn't you call me?" Zach asked.
Brooklyn, slightly shorter, looked up at him with a smile. "Watching you impress the interns is a pleasure. How could I interrupt that?"
Zach smiled, revealing his perfect teeth. "You've learned to tease me."
"Just speaking the truth. If I see you in a mess, I'll be sure to give you a hard time. Be prepared."
"Alright, whether it's teasing or criticism, I'll take it."
Brooklyn pointed to a ward number. "Where's your patient?"
Zach pointed to the same ward. "Admitted yesterday. The test results just came in. He might soon be your patient."
Brooklyn frowned. "Another special case? Why so many heart disease cases lately?"
Zach sighed. "City life is stressful, irregular schedules, poor diet. This patient has an enlarged heart at thirty-five. Who knows how long he can last?"
"True. We need to raise awareness about health, proper schedules, diet, and stress management."
Zach suddenly suggested, "How about we organize a heart disease prevention and treatment seminar under Aucester Hospital's name? Educate the public on this."
Brooklyn immediately agreed. "Of course!"
"I'll report to the director. Once approved, we'll work on it together."
"No problem. Preventing disease is more meaningful than treating it. I'll fully cooperate."
Brooklyn didn't realize she was stepping into a big commitment.
After dinner, Brooklyn remembered she needed to review Arabella's thesis. She went to find her rarely used laptop, but it wouldn't turn on.
It had been unused for so long, it had silently broken down.
Arabella was pressing her, and Brooklyn had no time during the day. The thesis was long and technical, requiring quiet time at night.
Frowning, Brooklyn took the laptop and went to Sebastian's study for help.
The study door was ajar. Through the gap, she saw Sebastian engrossed in his work, the soft light casting a warm glow on him, creating an enchanting scene.
"Honey, do you enjoy spying?"
Lost in the moment, Sebastian's deep, pleasant voice brought her back, his tone warm and seductive.
"I wasn't spying. No need to." Brooklyn pushed the door open and walked in gracefully, her silk nightgown flowing elegantly. The scent of camellia filled the room.
Sebastian put down his pen, his eyes softening. He reached out a hand across the desk. "You're visiting late at night, should I think more?"
Brooklyn didn't take his hand, playfully slapping his palm. Before she could pull back, Sebastian's hand firmly held hers.
"Honey, planning domestic violence? Aren't you afraid I'll retaliate?" His tall figure rose, pulling Brooklyn into his arms. "Late at night, you should behave."
Brooklyn struggled, but he held her tighter. She smiled, showing him the laptop. "I need your help. No funny business."
Sebastian, having missed her all day, finally had her in his arms. He kissed her forehead, his voice low and soothing. "What do you need? Tell me here."
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