Chapter 1347 I Can Endure Any Kind of Humiliation
Cecilia never expected the person knocking on her door to be Daryl. She turned slightly and asked, "What's up?"
Daryl's eyes swept over Cecilia before he looked away. "We need to talk."
Hearing his cool voice, Cecilia was taken aback. What could they possibly have to talk about?
"Give me a sec to change," she said.
"I'll be in the study upstairs," Daryl replied before turning and walking away.
Cecilia watched his retreating figure in a white shirt, her brows furrowing.
She locked her door and quickly changed into a pair of pants and a knit sweater.
Tonight, she didn't feel afraid because he said they would talk in the study, which meant he had no other intentions.
Five minutes later, Cecilia stood in front of the study. The door was ajar, and bright light spilled into the hallway.
She frowned slightly and pushed the door open.
In truth, there were things between them that needed to be addressed.
Cecilia walked into the study and saw Daryl sitting at the desk, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling up.
The smell of smoke made Cecilia cough twice.
Seeing this, Daryl frowned but stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
He then turned and opened the window.
A fresh breeze blew in, instantly clearing the stuffy atmosphere in the room.
"What do you want to talk about?" Cecilia didn't want to face Daryl, so she asked first.
She realized she still couldn't remain calm when facing him.
Daryl's gaze fixed on Cecilia's face. "I think it's time we ended our relationship."
His face was expressionless. Cecilia was stunned, not expecting him to bring this up suddenly.
The next moment, she felt a tightness in her chest, a sharp pain.
To hide her distress, Cecilia quickly said, "Fine."
"We can finalize the divorce tomorrow, but I have one condition," Daryl added.
"Go ahead," Cecilia said, feeling her legs trembling uncontrollably. She steadied herself by gripping the desk.
Hadn't she been waiting for this day? After the divorce, she'd be free. So why did she feel so lost and anxious now that the day had come?
"You can't take Thaddeus away from the Fields Mansion, at least not while my mom is still alive," Daryl said.
Cecilia frowned at his words.
Daryl continued, "You know about my mom's illness. We don't know how much longer she has. I want Thaddeus to stay with her for as long as she lives. He's her lifeline now. If he leaves, she won't be able to hold on, and it will severely affect her health."
Hearing this, Cecilia turned away.
She understood Azalea's fragile state and her love for Thaddeus—but that didn’t make this right. She was his mother. Did she really have to walk away from her own child? The mere thought of leaving him, of not being there as he grew up, twisted like a knife in her chest.
Seeing Cecilia's silence, Daryl said, "After our divorce, you can stay at the Fields Mansion if you want. If you want to be with Elijah, that's fine too. I won't interfere."
Cecilia turned and stared at Daryl with questioning eyes. "What did you say?"
Her gaze was cold. She had hoped that after learning about Skylar's actions, Daryl would realize his mistake and understand that she and Elijah were innocent. But hearing his words, she felt like she had fallen into an icy abyss.
"I said if you want to live with Elijah, I won't oppose it. After all, you three are a family," Daryl said, meeting her cold gaze.
Cecilia stared into his eyes for a moment before letting out a bitter laugh.
"What's so funny?" Daryl frowned at her pained and bitter laughter.
Cecilia stopped laughing and asked expressionlessly, "A family of three? Are you saying Thaddeus is Elijah's son?"
"Who else could he be? I know you gave birth to Thaddeus more than ten months after we were together," Daryl said stubbornly.
Cecilia's eyes filled with sadness. "Why are you so stubborn? Don't you even hope that Thaddeus is your son?"
At this moment, Cecilia no longer cared about Daryl's misunderstanding. She only felt sorry and heartbroken for Thaddeus, whose father refused to acknowledge him.
Daryl's voice was strained as he yelled, "You think I don't want a son of my own? But facts are facts. Should I deceive myself into believing Thaddeus is mine? Even if I'm a fool, I wouldn't do something so foolish!"
He slammed his hand on the desk, making it shake.
"You're a fool, even worse than a fool!" Cecilia glared at Daryl, gritting her teeth.
"I don't understand why you insist Thaddeus is my son. If you're after the Fields family fortune, Thaddeus will get the same share whether he's my son or Elijah's!" Daryl blurted out.
Cecilia couldn't take it anymore and slapped Daryl across the face.
The slap was loud and clear, and Daryl's veins bulged as he glared at Cecilia like a wild beast.
But Cecilia wasn't afraid. She calmly said, "If you want to hit me back, go ahead. I don't regret slapping you!"
Daryl's brows furrowed, his anger like a volcano ready to erupt.
Cecilia stood her ground, unwavering.
Even if he beat her to death today, she wouldn't regret hitting him.
The next moment, Daryl turned away. "I don't hit women, and I won't hit the woman who gave birth to a son for the Fields family. As long as you agree to let Thaddeus stay with my mom, I can endure any humiliation!"
Hearing this, Cecilia felt not just disappointed, but utterly hopeless. She thought ,'Daryl, you're unbelievably stubborn!'
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