Chapter 1317 A Fierce Fight
At that moment, Elijah stretched his neck and glared, retorting. "So what if I like Cecilia? I don't have any bad intentions. I just genuinely care about her and don't want her to be mistreated. I want her to be happy. Is that so wrong?"
Cecilia was stunned by Elijah's words.
Seeing Daryl's eyes turn red with anger, Cecilia felt a wave of panic. She thought, 'Elijah, what are you doing? Daryl already suspects something between us, and now you're just making it worse!'
Daryl clenched his fist tightly and then swung it hard at Elijah's face!
With a loud thud, Elijah staggered back from the blow.
Cecilia shouted in a panic, "Daryl, don't listen to him! He's young and doesn't know what he's saying!"
Daryl, seething with rage, retorted, "He's only a year younger than you, in his twenties. He knows exactly what he's doing! He dares to covet my wife? I'll beat him to death!"
With that, Daryl raised his fist to continue hitting Elijah.
But Elijah wasn't backing down either. He stepped forward and threw a punch at Daryl, and soon the two were brawling fiercely, drawing a crowd of onlookers.
As the fight intensified, Cecilia wanted to step in and break them apart, but their punches were coming rapidly, and she didn't dare get too close.
After a while, both men were bruised and bloodied, panting heavily as they finally stopped. They each touched their lips and faces, finding blood on their hands.
"You bastard, you've grown up, huh? How dare you hit me!" Daryl glared at Elijah.
Elijah shouted back, "If you, as my big brother, hit me, I'm not just going to take it lying down."
Hearing this, Daryl pointed a threatening finger at Elijah. "I'll deal with you next time."
Then Daryl turned and walked over to Cecilia, reaching out to grab her wrist.
Seeing this, Cecilia quickly dodged, avoiding Daryl's grasp.
Daryl, with a bruised and battered face, looked even more disheveled in his long coat. Perhaps the recent fight had made his movements less agile.
Seeing Cecilia evade him, Daryl grew even angrier and demanded, "Come back with me!"
"No!" Cecilia took a step back, seeing the dark look in Daryl's eyes. She couldn't go back with him. He was so obsessive right now that if she went back, he wouldn't let it go.
Seeing Cecilia's resistance, Daryl pointed at Elijah and said, "You don't want to come with me? Do you want to run away with him?"
Cecilia was both angry and embarrassed. "Daryl, you're being unreasonable!"
"Don't forget, you're still my wife. If you want to leave with him, divorce me first!" With that, Daryl stepped forward to grab Cecilia, intending to forcefully take her away.
Seeing this, Cecilia panicked and kept retreating, knowing she couldn't escape his control.
At the critical moment, Elijah suddenly ran over and grabbed Daryl, shouting to Cecilia, "Cecilia, go! Run!"
Cecilia stood there, stunned, watching Elijah and Daryl.
Daryl, furious, tried to push Elijah away, but Elijah held on tightly. Daryl frowned, grabbed Elijah, and they both fell to the ground.
"Cecilia, run!" Elijah shouted from the ground.
Seeing them wrestling on the ground, Cecilia hesitated for a moment, then turned and left decisively.
Cecilia wheeled her luggage through the bustling terminal, pausing to examine the boarding passes Elijah had slipped into her pocket. Her brow furrowed as she counted five different tickets—all for flights departing within twenty minutes of each other from gates scattered across the concourse.
The strategy became clear. Elijah had anticipated Daryl might intercept them at security. These multiple itineraries created a maze of possibilities. A quiet warmth spread through her chest at Elijah's meticulous planning.
With a glance at the departure board, Cecilia dashed toward the nearest gate, boarding pass in hand.
As her plane began taxiing down the runway, Cecilia exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours. Elijah must be stalling Daryl at the security checkpoint.
At TSA screening, Elijah released his grip on Daryl's arm, wiping blood from his busted lip. When Daryl turned toward the gates, Elijah chuckled. "Save your breath. I booked her on five different flights—JFK, LAX, even London Heathrow. I don't know which bird she's on."
Daryl's face darkened like a storm front. "We're done, Elijah. Blood doesn't mean shit anymore."
Elijah chuckled. "You can disown me, but Mom and Dad won't. Dad has a heart condition. You better not let him find out, or he'll end up in the hospital again."
Elijah's carefree attitude infuriated Daryl, who pointed at him, too angry to speak. "Elijah, I won't let you off."
"Don't get too worked up. Take care of yourself. I'm leaving." Elijah dusted himself off and walked away.
Just then, Douglas arrived with two men.
"Mr. Fields."
Daryl glanced at Douglas and scolded, "Why are you so late?"
"We came as soon as we got your call, but traffic was terrible today," Douglas explained cautiously.
"By the time you got here, it was too late!" Daryl glared at Douglas and then quickly walked away.
Cecilia sat on the plane for two hours, worried Daryl might catch up, so she requested a change in flight and transferred twice. After several hours, she finally arrived in a central city.
Exhausted and hungry, Cecilia took a cab to a hotel.
Opening her suitcase, she found two sets of clothes, a pair of sneakers, pajamas, some toiletries, and twenty thousand dollars in cash.
Seeing these items, Cecilia was touched by Elijah's thoughtfulness. These were exactly what she needed.
After staying in the city for two days, Cecilia decided to settle there for a few years.
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