Chapter 83 No Need to Look at the Owner's Face
"Brooklyn, get to my ward right away!"
Just as Brooklyn dodged the questions from the reporters, Megan's call came in.
Brooklyn frowned and said to Zach beside her, "Mr. Carter, I'll leave you to it. I need to handle some personal matters."
She better had a legitimate reason, or Dr. Mitchell, who is sleep-deprived, will teach her a lesson.
The voice on the phone just now was sharp, and even through the receiver, Zach could hear it. "Do you want me to accompany you?"
"No need, I can handle it."
Before Zach could say 'be careful,' Brooklyn had already turned back and walked away.
How much energy does Brooklyn, this seemingly frail woman, store in her heart? After dealing with the bombardment of reporters, she can remain calm and composed.
This time, Zach couldn't figure out this question with his psychology knowledge.
Outside the VIP ward, there were several bodyguards in black uniforms standing with their hands down, oversized sunglasses covering half of their faces, all with tightly pursed lips.
Brooklyn sneered in her mind, 'What a show!'
As she entered, Brooklyn crossed her arms and looked down at the lying Megan. "Speak up. What other nasty things haven't you dared to say in front of him?"
Megan's slender fingers gripped the pure white blanket, her meticulously drawn face filled with anger, her eyes seemed to want to tear Brooklyn apart, "Brooklyn, you despicable person!"
Brooklyn frowned, her disdainful attitude showing Dr. Mitchell's usual style. "Megan, if you don't have any new tricks, then spare me! Don't waste my time."
Megan sneered, her expression becoming even angrier. She hated Brooklyn, hated that she could still live so freely and confidently even though Brooklyn had been deprived of the family business by her stepmother and even after being kicked out of Mitchell Villa!
She hated that Brooklyn could still be calm without fear or panic, even without Sebastian's affection or any status in the Kingsley family.
She hated Brooklyn! Whether in the past or now, the men around her always protected her! Never stopped!
Why is that person Brooklyn? She clearly doesn't lose to Brooklyn in anything! Compared to her background, appearance, and wealth, she is still a national idol with a few rivals!
And Brooklyn! Just an ordinary doctor stuck in the office!
She hated Brooklyn! She resented Brooklyn! She even wanted her dead!
"Brooklyn, why are you shamelessly refusing to divorce?" Megan's fair cheeks almost twisted, Megan, who was praised as having the most beautiful face in Aseasian, at this moment, had nothing to do with beauty.
Brooklyn thought to herself that Megan actually had a legitimate reason for urging her to divorce.
She raised her eyes and retorted disdainfully, "Megan, ask clearly, who is the one refusing to divorce? If you have the ability to persuade Sebastian, I'll accompany you anytime."
Megan spat at her, "Bah! Sebastian won't agree to a divorce? You are an insult to the Kingsley family! No wonder Sebastian has never acknowledged your existence! You are just a disgraceful thing!"
Megan started to attack Brooklyn personally.
Brooklyn coldly smiled, "Megan, I advise you to lie down here honestly, rest well. Anger will make you ugly. You make a living based on your looks. If you lose your face, I wonder if Sebastian, whom you keep calling out to, will still look at you straight."
Megan threw off the blanket and got out of bed, "Brooklyn, if you dare to talk to me like this, aren't you afraid that I will kick you out of the medical field forever with just a word?"
Brooklyn warned, "Before that, Ms. Turner, you better provide your blood and urine samples. Let the hospital investigate the drug incident clearly. Otherwise, both the hospital and I will sue you for defamation. I know you have strong backing, not afraid of lawsuits, but it's okay. I have plenty of time, let's see who can outlast whom."
Brooklyn now has nothing, and she fears nothing!
"You despicable person!"
Megan raised a hand heavily, about to slap Brooklyn, but Brooklyn suddenly raised her hand, tightly grabbed her wrist, and then forcefully shook it off, "I warned you, come up with a new trick. Are you going to provide the relevant samples now, or wait for my lawyer's letter?"
Megan was speechless, her lips trembling, unable to say a word for a long time.
Brooklyn's determined gaze brooked no resistance. This matter concerns her medical ethics and reputation, and she will not back down. She doesn't care if Megan acts despicably in emotions, but at work, Megan better not try to frame her!
She smiled. "Or, I can offer you a solution. Immediately announce to the media that you mistakenly ate something you shouldn't have, causing sudden discomfort in your body. I'll give you ten minutes."
After speaking, Brooklyn looked at the watch on her wrist, "The countdown starts now."
Megan, full of resentment, gritted her teeth, but she had almost no room for a comeback. She clearly remembered Sebastian's attitude when he left.
She gritted her teeth and picked up the phone, glaring at Brooklyn with her eyes, "Hello, Valery. Tell the reporters that the medication is fine. I ate the wrong food. Don't ask too many questions, just do as I say!"
After hearing her, Brooklyn smiled faintly, "That's right, Megan. You better rein yourself in. Don't play tricks in front of me. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll take the initiative to divorce Sebastian, but if you provoke me, Megan, I might really be reluctant to give up the position of Mrs. Kingsley."
"Get out! Get out of here!" Megan pointed to the door of the ward, driving Brooklyn away in anger.
Brooklyn looked around the ward and chuckled. "Although the VIP ward is nice, living alone can be quite lonely, right?"
"Get out! Get out!" Megan shouted.
Ignoring her anger, Brooklyn walked out of the ward door unhurriedly.
After walking a few steps, standing at the elevator entrance, she closed her eyes somewhat wearily. She was tired; everything that had happened recently was exhausting and tiresome. She wanted to end this kind of life, and she wanted to live quietly and peacefully.