Chapter 114 Meeting Darian
Cecily was extra cautious nowadays. Anyone knocking or ringing the doorbell was not getting an easy entry.
The memory of Darian's sudden intrusion one night had left a psychological scar.
Peering through the peephole, Cecily saw a man dressed in a smart suit.
It was Larkin.
Cecily's forehead creased with concern. Wasn't Darian supposed to be on a business trip?
If he was away, shouldn't his assistant be with him?
And now, with Larkin appearing at her doorstep at such an hour, a sinking feeling took hold of Cecily.
He was here to take Rowan back.
Seeing no response from inside, Larkin knocked on the door again.
It wouldn't do for Cecily to play dead while he clearly knew she was at home. After confirming it was only Larkin outside, Cecily opened the door.
Larkin greeted her with his usual polite demeanor, "Miss Cecily."
Cecily nodded slightly. "Hmm, Mr. Larkin, why are you still coming around at this late hour?"
Larkin said, "I'm here to take the young master back home."
Cecily's heart sank.
Indeed, he was here for Rowan.
Cecily tried to persuade him to let Rowan stay, "It's already so late, and Darian isn't even at home. How about letting Rowan stay at my place for the night?"
Larkin looked at Cecily with a troubled expression.
His look seemed to say, 'Please don't make this difficult for me. If I don't take the young master back now, it's going to be the end for me.'
"Miss Cecily, I'm sorry, but the boss is already very angry with you for taking the young master away without permission. He said he will take drastic measures if you insist on keeping Rowan here."
Cecily blinked, probing further, "What kind of drastic measures?"
Larkin lowered his head slightly, "Sending the young master away for good, making sure you never get to see him again."
"No way," Cecily replied instantly, her face turning dark.
It was absolutely unacceptable for her not to see her son.
Cecily clenched her teeth; Darian really knew how to make a precise threat.
Cecily asked again, "Has he returned from his business trip?"
Larkin forced a smile, wishing the boss was away on business so that the company wouldn't be filled with people living in fear, cries of distress filling the air.
"...Yeah, the boss just got back."
Hearing his response, Cecily frowned, resignedly saying, "Then just wait here, I'll go call Rowan."
"Thank you, Miss Cecily."
Reluctantly, Cecily walked into the children's room.
Inside, both Griffin and Rowan had overheard the conversation between Cecily and Larkin.
"Mommy, I'll go back," Rowan said, standing up. He knew Griffin also wanted to stay close to their mother and didn't want to hog her all to himself.
"No, it should be me. You've only just spent a few days with Mommy, and I'll be fine. Nobody from the Fitzgerald family can hurt me anyway," Griffin said.
Rowan wanted to say more, but Griffin interjected, "This time, I'll go back with Dad. Next time, it'll be your turn, and that's a deal."
Rowan watched Griffin press his lips together and then embraced him gently, "Thanks, Griffin."
Cecily watched the two understanding kids with eyes full of satisfaction, yet a touch of sorrow inevitably swept across her heart.
'When will these days ever end?'
Cecily left with Griffin, and Larkin noticed how reluctantly the mother and son were to part ways. It pained him to split them up.
Yet, his boss was waiting downstairs, and he had his duties.
"Young master, Mr. Fitzgerald sent me to take you back."
"I know," Griffin replied, his voice brimming with reluctance.
'Darn, Dad won't even let me stay with Mom a bit longer.'
'Hmph.'
'So mad.'
Larkin took Griffin's hand and carried his little backpack. He looked at Cecily and asked, "Miss Cecily, shall I take the young master back now?"
"Yes."
"Bye, Mommy."
"Goodbye, sweetheart." Cecily patted Griffin's head.
Larkin then hesitated, but he couldn't help reminding her, "Miss Cecily, Mr. Fitzgerald is downstairs. Don't you want to say hello?"
Cecily twitched the corners of her mouth and gave Larkin a perplexed look.
She couldn't bear the thought of being anywhere near Darian, let alone seeing him.
No way.
And besides...
Thinking about that night's events, Cecily's cheeks flushed.
"Miss Cecily?"
Seeing Cecily suddenly lost in thought, Larkin called to her as a reminder.
Cecily promptly refused, "No, I prefer to live a bit longer, thank you."
Upon hearing this, Larkin's face took on a desperate expression. They all wanted to live a bit longer, too.
He had been by Darian's side for many years but had never seen him this angry.
Larkin felt that Darian's anger had something to do with Cecily. Otherwise, Darian would not have sent him upstairs tonight, especially since Darian himself had arrived but was waiting downstairs.
Larkin tried once more, "Miss Cecily, please go see Mr. Fitzgerald. He's been in a foul mood lately."
Cecily was nonchalant, "What does his bad mood have to do with me?"
"Well, of course, it does," Larkin implored. "If Mr. Fitzgerald is in a bad mood, he might really not let you see your son."
Larkin swore he wasn't lying; this was indeed his boss's real intention.
Larkin just didn't know why he later allowed her to take her son.
However, maybe one day, he would not allow it again.
"On what grounds?" Cecily and Griffin said in unison, both pairs of eyes simultaneously turning to Larkin.
Larkin felt the pressure mounting, "Well..."
"Where is he?" asked Cecily.
Larkin's heart lifted, "Mr. Fitzgerald is downstairs, Miss Cecily, please."
Larkin couldn't wait to make way for Cecily, as if just waiting for her to ask that very question.
Cecily tugged at her lip skeptically, "If I meet him, he'll let me see Rowan?"
"If you see Mr. Fitzgerald, he'll be in a better mood, and naturally, he'll let you see your son. Miss Cecily, please come quickly."
Cecily felt Larkin might as well be trying to escort her directly to Darian right now.
Not being allowed to see her son was out of the question.
With gritted teeth, Cecily followed Larkin downstairs.
Downstairs, a man in a dark suit lounged inside an opulent Rolls-Royce, an arm casually resting on the car window, a cigarette between his slender fingers.
His lips were pursed, and a frown marred his brow as if he were fed up with waiting, and the chill could be felt from meters away.
As Cecily reached halfway to him, she remembered that particular night, and her steps faltered, hesitation taking over.
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