Chapter 754 Are We Getting a Divorce?
In the hospital room.
Seraphina stayed by Atticus's side, talking to him, but mostly crying, constantly crying.
It seemed like crying was all she could do.
Magnolia was there too.
Occasionally, her eyes would redden.
Seeing Atticus collapse so suddenly, Magnolia, who thought she had no feelings for him, now felt deeply distressed.
Magnolia took a deep breath.
She picked up her phone and walked to the balcony.
She was calling Cecilia.
She guessed that Cecilia must be worried about Seraphina, too.
But Magnolia sighed.
She really couldn't get involved in Alaric's matters.
The call connected, and Cecilia's voice was always calm and gentle, never revealing her emotions easily, "Magnolia, how is Atticus?"
Cecilia must have been waiting for her call, but she would never take the initiative to call.
Cecilia's steadiness and restraint made Magnolia admire her.
She said, "The doctor said that when Atticus attempted suicide, his brain was bleeding, so now he's in a vegetative state."
"A vegetative state?" Even the always calm Cecilia lost her composure a bit.
"Yes," Magnolia replied, "but the doctor said that miracles can happen in medicine."
Who dares to really hope for a miracle?
"How is Seraphina?" Cecilia asked.
"She's crying," Magnolia said with a hint of disdain, but in her heart, she felt very sympathetic. She just didn't want to make the atmosphere too sentimental. "If only Seraphina were as strong as you."
"If it were me in this situation, I might be even more devastated," Cecilia admitted.
Magnolia nodded.
Yes, when a loved one is in trouble, who can really stay calm?
Back when her parents, Terrence and Maeve, had their accident, she was also utterly devastated.
"Magnolia, please stay with her more," Cecilia said.
"Okay, I'm quite free these days anyway. I'll keep an eye on Seraphina."
"I want to ask, is Dashiell there?" Cecilia suddenly asked.
She thought that with such a big event, Dashiell should be by Seraphina's side.
And Sebastian too.
"Dashiell has his own matters," Magnolia said bluntly.
Cecilia pressed her lips together and swallowed the words she was about to say.
What right did she have to demand that Dashiell stay with Seraphina?
She said, "Alright, thank you, Magnolia."
"No need to be so polite. After all, Atticus and I were once married. Just take care of yourself. I'll watch over Seraphina."
"Thank you," Cecilia thanked her again, "I'll hang up now."
"Take care, bye."
"Bye."
Cecilia hung up the phone.
Her eyes moved slightly and she saw Alaric.
Who would have thought, after looking for him all day, he would suddenly appear at home.
George looked at Alaric, barely able to contain his excitement.
He quickly walked up to Alaric, "Mr. Whitaker, you're finally here. Why didn't you answer Mrs. Whitaker's calls earlier?"
Actually, Cecilia hadn't been calling continuously.
If she couldn't get through, she just let it be.
Of course, Cecilia didn't bother to refute.
Some things weren't worth making a fuss over.
"I was on the plane," Alaric explained.
It seemed like he was talking to George, but he was actually speaking to Cecilia.
So Cassius must have been on the plane with Alaric, which is why neither of them could be reached.
Sometimes, it's hard to blame Alaric.
For such objective reasons, how could she blame him?
Just endure it.
She wasn't that unreasonable.
Alaric walked up to Cecilia and sat beside her, "Did you call me for something?"
George was about to speak.
But Cecilia shook her head.
George's eyes widened.
The Cecilia who had just lost her composure was now shaking her head indifferently.
She said, "No, it's over now."
"What was it?" Alaric asked.
"It has nothing to do with you," Cecilia said.
Alaric's throat moved slightly as he looked at Cecilia.
Cecilia turned her gaze away, not looking at him, not looking at his tired face.
Sometimes, Alaric's helplessness made her feel that if she cared, she was being unreasonable.
So she couldn't care, but she wasn't that understanding either.
She preferred to keep her distance.
Distance kept them from understanding each other.
"Did you come back for something?" Cecilia changed the subject.
She thought, Alaric couldn't have just come back for no reason.
He was so busy, where would he find the time?
This was also why she didn't want to talk about her matters, didn't want to leave the villa now. On one hand, she knew Atticus wasn't dead, and even if he was in a vegetative state, Seraphina wouldn't commit suicide. On the other hand, she hoped to resolve things between her and Alaric.
Alaric suddenly fell silent.
He just sat beside Cecilia, silent.
Silent to the point where Cecilia felt like he didn't exist.
In the large villa, it was just like before, with only her living there.
"Alaric, just say what you need to say," Cecilia was also running out of patience, "What you say might be something I already know."
Alaric's eyes moved slightly.
He looked at Cecilia.
Cecilia was very calm.
Even if she knew many outcomes, she remained calm.
Instead, it made her seem ridiculous in front of him.
He said, "Next month, I will assume the position of President of the Yakurosean Empire as the sole heir of the Royal Family of Whitaker."
"Congratulations," Cecilia even smiled.
After so many years.
The Royal Family of Whitaker, after suffering such a catastrophe, finally returned to the stage of history.
Alaric had fulfilled the mission of several generations of the Royal Family of Whitaker.
She was genuinely happy for him.
"Before that..." Alaric's throat seemed to tremble.
The words he wanted to say just wouldn't come out.
Cecilia waited for him for a while.
She waited very calmly.
Alaric looked at Cecilia, his eyes seemed a bit red.
Cecilia really didn't like seeing Alaric like this.
Since he made a choice, why hesitate, why torture himself?
If he made a choice, he should let go gracefully.
Forget it.
Cecilia sighed softly.
The words he couldn't say, she would help him say them.
"Do you want a divorce?" Cecilia asked him.
Calmly, clearly asked him.
Alaric looked at Cecilia.
She looked at him intently.
Cecilia was indeed more rational than many people.
When faced with situations, she rarely broke down.
Since he sent her to Gideon back then, Cecilia seemed to stop expressing emotions in front of him.
Sometimes he wished she would express them.
At least it would let him feel her emotions.
Instead of coldly accepting all his arrangements.
Alaric pressed his lips tightly.
His lips formed a stiff line.
He nodded.
Cecilia chuckled lightly.
The expected result, when it came, was still quite overwhelming.
Five months pregnant.
Talking about divorce, just like that.
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