Chapter 127 Take Care of Her
After a two-second silence, Tristan suppressed his anger and switched his tone, “Why? Did our Flores Group do something wrong?”
“There wasn’t anything wrong,” Darian replied, his voice deep and cold.
Listening to the tone of Darian's voice, Tristan could almost guess why Darian was holding back his irritation.
“So, why then?” Tristan pressed.
“I just don't like you guys.”
It was a simple reason but it left Tristan speechless.
After Darian hung up, Tristan furiously threw his phone, exclaiming, “This is absurd.”
“Hey, what’s got you so heated this early in the morning?” Tabitha descended the stairs, puzzled by Tristan's angry demeanor.
Tristan, with a stern face, pointed upstairs, “Go, call down Ophelia for me.”
Seeing Tristan using Ophelia’s full name, Tabitha realized the seriousness of the situation and asked, “What exactly happened?”
“Never mind, just call her down.”
With no other option, Tabitha reluctantly went upstairs to awaken Ophelia.
When Tabitha rousted Ophelia from her bed, Ophelia was still groggy. She quickly changed into a set of clothes and was hurried downstairs.
With confusion in her eyes, Ophelia glanced at her mother, then at her father, and sensing the tense atmosphere in the living room, she asked, “Dad, what happened?”
“I should be asking you what you've been up to. Did you solve the issue from last night?”
Ophelia pursed her lips as she watched Tristan rarely lose his temper with her. She held her breath for a moment, looking at him apprehensively, "It.. it's been taken care of."
"How did you resolve it?"
His serious tone, filled with anger, made Ophelia realize something was probably wrong.
It couldn't be Elysia messing things up for her again...
"Dad, is something wrong?" she asked nervously.
"Darian canceled our partnership. What do you think happened?" Tristan's voice grew more irritated as he spoke.
"Why?" Ophelia's pupils dilated in shock.
"How would I know? You tell me. What did you do last night to make Darian so angry?"
Blinking rapidly, Ophelia murmured, trying to reassure herself, "But Darian wasn't mad at me last night, it couldn't be because of that."
"Then tell me, what else could it be?"
Ophelia shrank back, her voice much softer, "I don't know..."
"Come on, don't yell at Ophelia, she doesn't know what happened. Maybe it's something else," Tabitha said, soothingly patting Ophelia on the back.
Tristan paced the living room, anger radiating off of him, while Ophelia huddled in Tabitha's embrace, unable to figure out what could've upset Darian enough to cancel the partnership.
"You two head over to the Darian's place and find out what's going on," Tristan said, trying to contain his anger.
"Got it. I was planning to visit Sandra at the Fitzgerald's today anyway. Don't be mad, our families have a mutually beneficial relationship; it's probably just a misunderstanding that can be cleared up," Tabitha comforted him.
Tristan thought about the tone Darian had used earlier and snorted, "If only it were that easy."
...
After another phone call, Darian turned around, his gaze landing on Cecily, who instinctively looked away.
The moment their eyes met, Cecily averted her gaze quickly.
Darian offered a faint smile, "You're awake?"
"Yeah," Cecily admitted while feeling like her actions were too deliberate, scratching her head awkwardly in embarrassment.
“Go freshen up then,” Darian said as he set his phone aside and stretched his hand to open the lunchbox on the table.
Cecily noticed he was still wearing the clothes from last night. She rubbed her eyes. 'He didn't actually stay over all night, did he?'
“What are you looking at?” Darian raised his eyebrows and asked in an indifferent tone.
“You didn't go home last night?”
“I just got here.” Actually, he didn't go home at all. “Go freshen up and then have breakfast.”
Cecily stood frozen, not moving for a moment.
Darian stopped what he was doing to look at her. “What's up?”
“Ah? Nothing, just spaced out for a second.”
Cecily got out of bed, put on her shoes, and after freshening up, she found that Darian had already set breakfast out on the table.
“Come eat.”
“Yeah.” Cecily nodded, obediently picked up a spoon, and began to eat her porridge absentmindedly, her expression somewhat distant.
She felt that Darian was a bit off.
He wasn’t the same as he used to be. Somehow, he was better.
He was actually taking care of her here.
This was a level of care Cecily hadn’t experienced once during their three years of marriage.
What was he doing all this for now?
Cecily stealthily lifted her eyes to glance at him, but their gazes collided again midway, and she quickly lowered her head and took a couple of hearty spoonfuls of porridge.
“Cecily!”
The deep, magnetic voice resonated overhead.
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Eating breakfast.” Cecily coughed lightly and politely reached for a n egg. “Have you eaten? If not, join me.” After all, he had bought it.
It was a little embarrassing for Cecily to eat alone while being watched.
Darian silently sat down and said flatly, “I’ve eaten.”
“Alright then.”
A moment of silence ensued.
The two had nothing to talk about...
An awkward silence filled the space...
However, it was soon interrupted by the sound of a phone ringtone. Darian glanced at the phone by his side, his voice a tad bit somber, “What's up?”
Sandra asked with concern, “Darian, where are you? You didn’t come home all night.”
“I’m tied up with something outside.”
"I heard you pulled out of the collaboration with Flores Group. Is that true?"
"Yes."
Sandra's voice was a bit heavier. "Come back here, we need to discuss this matter."
"No need to discuss. Someone has to pay the price, and if it's not the Watson family, then it will be the Flores family."
The three people on the other side all gasped at Darian's words. Ophelia's face turned sour, realizing it really was because of what happened last night.
Was it because she pleaded on behalf of the Watson family?
No.
It was because Darian had already suspected her.
Ophelia clenched her fists, her heart racing.
"Miss Cecily, come and take your temperature," a doctor's voice came through the phone.
Ophelia's heart skipped a beat, and in her haste she snatched Sandra's cellphone, "Darian, where are you?"
Darian glanced at the doctor who came in and frowned slightly at the voice on the phone, "In the hospital."
"Are you sick? Or is it someone else? Is it Miss Cecily? Tell me the room number, I'll come and see her," Ophelia said urgently.
She had a thousand questions racing through her mind.
Cecily was sick, so Darian didn't come home all night?
Darian stayed with Cecily the whole night?
The reason Darian called off the collaboration with them was to make them pay, to take revenge for Cecily?
These questions swirled through Ophelia's mind, making her both anxious and irate.
If Ophelia wasn't so good at controlling her temper, she would have already thrown the phone.
"No need, don't come over." Darian didn't give Ophelia the room number, instead he just hung up the phone.
"Darian? Darian?" Ophelia called out Darian's name in desperation, but the only response she got was the tone of a disconnected call.
"Darian, he seems to be hanging out with Cecily, mom, Aunt, why would Darian be with Cecily? Is she badmouthing us to him, causing Darian to call off the collaboration?" Ophelia, increasingly anxious, babbled with rising distress as her eyes began to redden.
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