Chapter 129 Coming for the Money, Have You No Shame?
"I'm busy, let's talk when I have time. The company needs me, you manage on your own."
Cecily hadn't finished speaking when she saw Darian leave, leaving her somewhat confused.
His reaction seemed like he was angry. Could it be he didn't want a divorce?
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Cecily quickly dismissed it.
The man who had once thrown the divorce papers in her face, now planning to get engaged to Ophelia, surely wanted the divorce.
Cecily felt she had been overthinking things lately.
She thought she would have a quiet morning alone in the hospital room, but that wasn’t to be.
The door to her hospital room burst open without so much as a knock.
Frowning, Cecily turned to see who it was.
Her initially good mood soured instantly when she saw the group at the door.
Tabitha led the charge into the room, followed by Ophelia and Sandra, who was wheeled in by a servant.
As soon as Tabitha entered, she circled the room unabashedly, like she was on a mission to catch a cheater, behaving wildly out of line.
It appeared that she hadn't located the person she was searching for, and with a snort of disdain, her gaze landed on Cecily's face. Cecily, frowning, put down her cell phone and looked back at the trio with a chilly stare.
Ophelia also hadn't spotted Darian and visibly sighed in relief.
Ophelia's attention shifted to Cecily, and Cecily didn't miss the animosity in her eyes.
Cecily let out a cold laugh.
She had not gone to find her about last night's affair, but here she was, showing up on her own.
"Miss Cecily, are you ill? Is it serious?" There was a tinge of concern in Ophelia's voice, as if she truly were there to check on a sick friend.
Before Cecily could say anything, Tabitha snickered and said, "Does she look ill to you? Ophelia, you're too gullible. Can't you see the act? She's just pretending to be sick to get Darian to stay with her. Too bad, it doesn't seem like your little act worked, since Darian didn't stay."
Tabitha's voice dripped with sarcasm, and her eyes harshly judged Cecily.
'So, they have come looking for Darian.'
Cecily's eyes lowered into a shallow smile, "He just left, should I call him back for you?"
Her tone, usually indifferent, now carried a hint of triumph, instantly changing the expressions of those around her.
Tabitha erupted in fury.
"Slut! You're always up to no good. Sandra, you see, I told you we can't keep this woman around Darian—she's sneaky, full of schemes, wedging herself into other people's relationships and still has the nerve to strut around. I've never seen anyone as shameless as her."
Cecily replied with a cold laugh, "If we're talking about wedging into relationships, your daughter takes the crown; no one can top her."
The sting of Cecily's words hit Ophelia and Tabitha hard, and Ophelia's face turned sour.
"Miss Cecily, what do you mean by that? Darian and I are about to get engaged. You keep clinging to Darian, and you have the audacity to accuse me of intruding into your relationship? Who's intervening with whom?"
"Are you sure you have the confidence to debate that with me?"
Ophelia bit her lip, looking at Cecily but found herself at a loss for words.
"That's enough."
Sandra, seated in her wheelchair, suddenly spoke with a deep and stern voice. Ophelia clenched her teeth in anger, but Tabitha pulled her aside with a gesture, signaling her to keep her cool.
Cecily picked up a glass of water and took a slow sip, not bothering to spare them more than a cold glance.
"Cecily," she questioned, "are you aware that Darian and Flores's Group have canceled their partnership?" Her tone was softer than the sharpness of Tabitha and Ophelia, considerably more gentle.
"I am."
Cecily had indeed heard Darian mention this on the phone, and she admitted it truthfully.
Tabitha scoffed, "See, I told you it was her doing, instigating Darian to cancel the partnership with us. Like a sly fox."
Sandra frowned, casting a cold glance at Tabitha, annoyance flickering through her shrewd eyes.
"Instigating? Mrs. Flores, you give me too much credit. Do you think Darian is a fool? That he would make such a significant decision just because of my suggestion?"
Sandra gave Cecily a nod of agreement and looked at Tabitha with an expression of speechlessness.
She despised it when others underestimated her son.
If her son, the CEO of such a big corporation, had his thoughts swayed just by a woman, that would be quite unacceptable.
"Tabitha, if you can't speak sensibly, then don't speak at all," Sandra berated, clearly irritated.
Tabitha's face fell at Sandra's words, but she couldn't retort and had to swallow her anger secretly.
Sandra turned her attention back to Cecily, "So you're saying this has nothing to do with you?"
"Right, I just overheard him mentioning it on a call. I don't know anything else."
Watching Cecily's straightforward demeanor, Sandra silently nodded her head, which left both Ophelia and Tabitha looking very displeased.
What made Ophelia even more irritated was that Sandra no longer showed the same fondness for her as before and also seemed to have lost her previous dislike for Cecily.
This was undoubtedly a thorny issue.
Sandra glanced at Ophelia, her face knitted in worry, and let out a sigh before she said to Cecily, "There's another thing we need to discuss today. It's about you and Darian not having finalized your divorce yet. Last time, we were rash to leave you with nothing. If you're willing to divorce Darian now, we will stick to our previous agreement and give you one billion dollars."
"I've already discussed this matter with Darian..." Cecily began.
"One billion? Why? That money is supposed to be for Darian and Ophelia's future. Giving her one billion is way too much," Tabitha interjected, clearly displeased.
Ophelia was also surprised that Sandra would agree to give Cecily such a hefty sum.
The mother and daughter both looked unhappy.
Cecily raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk crossing her eyes.
Sandra turned to glance at Tabitha, her brow furrowing slightly in annoyance, "Since you seem to have so many ideas, you sort it out. And don't come crying to me later, asking why they haven't divorced yet. It's not my problem."
Sandra was in a foul mood.
The entire situation had already caused a rift between her and Darian, and now she wanted to resolve it quickly, only to face their reluctance. Sandra decided to wash her hands of the matter, to avoid being caught in the middle any longer.
"Take care of yourself," she said tersely, then had a servant push her wheelchair out of the room.
"Aunt Sandra?" Ophelia could tell Sandra was angry. She glanced worriedly at her mother. "Mom."
Tabitha stared at Cecily, "You can forget about the one billion. That money is meant for Darian and Ophelia, not for an ex-wife who should have been out of the picture five years ago. Have you no shame?"
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