Chapter 135 To the City Hall
Darian was grinding his molars, fuming with anger.
"Fine, just stay put then." Cecily gathered her things, ready to make a run for it.
"Goodbye."
"Cecily, get back here!"
Darian had never been treated like this before; the audacity she had left him infuriated.
Cecily didn't look back as she bolted out and even made sure to close the door behind her, ensuring it would be a while before anyone discovered Darian.
His eyes darkened as he watched Cecily make her escape.
Cecily couldn't afford to waste any time. She glanced at Griffin in the hospital room, left him a quick message and hurried downstairs. Darian was probably itching to get his hands on her; she had to get away fast.
"Cecily," Sandra called out suddenly, her tone laced with the usual disdain.
Ophelia cradled a cup of coffee and slowly brought it to her lips for a sip, her mouth curling into a cold smirk that no one noticed.
Cecily paused in her steps, "Is there something you need?"
Sandra looked at her coldly, "You won't need to treat Darian anymore."
Cecily was puzzled, "Why not?"
"I don't like you being around Darian. He's been charmed by you. I'm going to find another doctor for his treatment; you needn't trouble yourself any further."
A sense of triumph filled Ophelia's eyes.
She knew Sandra had taken her words to heart.
"Aunt, Cecily has been treating Darian well, and now you suddenly stop her. You're harming Darian."
Initially, Declan had recommended Cecily for Darian's treatment. Now that Sandra was refusing her services, Declan couldn't help but speak up for Cecily.
"He's my son; do you think I would harm him? This matter is settled."
Declan expressed his incredulity clearly, "Regardless, Darian will not agree to this."
Sandra glanced at Cecily, her face tight with tension, and called out to Ophelia, "Ophelia, help me up."
Ophelia immediately walked over, offering her hand to assist Sandra, hardly containing the glee in her eyes.
She arched an eyebrow, giving Cecily a defiant smile.
It made Cecily frown.
The sudden change in Sandra's attitude toward her was likely due to whatever Ophelia had whispered in her ear.
Coupled with Ophelia's challenging demeanor, Cecily felt even more certain.
"Ma'am, I think we should consider Darian's wishes in this matter." Hayden spoke up softly, "You haven't seen how bad Darian's sleeping disorder was while you were abroad. Cecily’s treatments have greatly improved his condition; stopping now could be detrimental to him."
One by one, they all spoke up for Cecily, and Sandra grew angrier with each word she heard.
Couldn't Darian have recovered from his illness without Cecily?
"Are there really no other doctors available?"
"We've looked, with no success." A cold voice came from the staircase, and Darian descended with a brooding face, his dark, deep-set eyes locking icily on Cecily.
Cecily's heart skipped a beat, and she mentally cursed her luck.
After the way she had toyed with Darian, she must have been metaphorically killed hundreds of times in his eyes.
"Darian, I want you to divorce her immediately, and you are not to have any further contact with her," Sandra commanded from her wheelchair with a stern tone.
"Cecily, we'll give you a billion dollars as per the previous divorce agreement. Do you agree?" Sandra glared at Cecily.
Cecily glanced at Ophelia, suddenly curious about what she'd said to Sandra to bring about such a drastic change in her attitude.
Cecily looked away, not missing Darian's almost warning stare.
Cecily narrowed her eyes and turned back to Sandra, "Agreed."
Ophelia, who had been clutching her hands tightly, released her grip suddenly, nervously and eagerly looking at Darian. Now, as long as Darian agreed, the two of them would be completely disconnected.
Darian's lips were pressed tight and his brow stormy, the coldness emanating from him was so intense that even Sandra felt a bit intimidated.
"Darian? You..."
Before Sandra could finish her sentence, Darian strode towards Cecily, grabbed her by the arm, and started to lead her outside.
"Darian? Darian!" Sandra exclaimed, her face turning dark with anger.
Ophelia frowned, "Aunt, I'll go after Darian."
After Ophelia finished speaking, she was about to chase after the pair when Hayden stood up, striding over to block her path with a roguish smile on his face. "Maybe you should wait a bit, Miss Ophelia. They’ve got something to discuss."
Ophelia glared angrily at Hayden as she watched the two who had already left the room.
Hayden simply raised his eyebrows, unfazed by her irritation.
"Let go of me, Darian Fitzgerald!"
Darian moved quickly, holding onto Cecily's arm. Cecily struggled to keep pace with Darian's strides, looking rather disheveled.
With a forceful move, Darian pressed her up against the side of a car.
Looking into Darian's eyes, Cecily saw the clear signs of his temper.
Darian gripped Cecily's throat, his teeth clenched. "Cecily, I really want to strangle you."
He squeezed tightly, his grip continually tightening, causing Cecily to feel suffocated.
Despite this, she stared back at Darian stubbornly, saying, "It's not the first time you've felt that way... cough..."
Darian closed his eyes for a moment, trying to suppress his rage. "Is this how much you want a divorce?"
"Yes."
Cecily didn't hesitate.
Darian was so infuriated he felt his blood vessels could burst. He wondered what kind of misdeeds he must have committed in a past life to deserve her torment.
"Fine," Darian said icily. "We'll meet tomorrow morning at nine at the city hall."
Releasing his grip from her neck, Cecily gasped for breath, finally able to breathe freely.
Without another word, Darian walked away.
A cool breeze passed, rustling the leaves in the trees, bringing a semblance of calm.
As Darian was heading back, he ran into Ophelia.
Her eyes brightened and she asked in a gentle voice, "Darian, where's Miss Cecily?"
He replied with a hint of irritation, "Always Miss Cecily, Miss Cecily. Anyone would think you're fond of her with the way you keep asking."
Confused and speechless from Darian's unexpected onslaught, Ophelia stood frozen in place, watching in bewilderment as Darian walked away.
Hayden and Declan stepped out and, seeing that it was still early, decided to go for some late-night snacks and a couple of drinks.
"Darian?" Declan inquired, as Darian walked past with a scowl.
"What's with the dark mood, Darian? Another fight?" Hayden chimed in.
"Care for a drink or two?" Declan offered.
"Not going," Darian flatly declined.
The two exchanged glances, puzzled as they watched Darian's retreating figure.
What kind of magic did Cecily possess that she could infuriate Darian to such a degree every single time?
...
The next day at nine o'clock, Cecily arrived punctually at the entrance of the city hall. Darian hadn't gotten there yet, so she stood waiting for him at the door.
At the curb, a distinguished Rolls-Royce had been parked for who knows how long. The car window rolled down to reveal a man with a strikingly handsome face, looking downright gloomy at the moment, his dark eyes fixed on the woman standing by the entrance to the city hall, his gaze unfathomable.
The woman was dressed refreshingly in a form-fitting long dress, topped with a light-colored trench coat, her radiant and imposing face naturally carrying an air of aloofness.
She seemed somewhat anxious as she occasionally checked the time on her wrist, and soon Darian's phone pinged with a message from her.
"Mr. Fitzgerald," Larkin broke the silence tentatively, "You have a meeting at ten with Mr. Lee. Should we cancel it?"
Larkin could tell that Darian didn't really want a divorce. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arrived at eight and sat there for an hour and a half, still indecisive.
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