Chapter 142 Teaching Ophelia a Lesson
Darian's eyes turned icy, and with a swift motion, he pulled her back, "Let go."
"Get lost," Darian snapped, furrowing his brow and moving to swat away Blaise's hand. Blaise immediately countered with his other hand.
Both men were skilled fighters, equally matched, enough to exchange a few moves.
Ophelia was pushed aside, watching wide-eyed as the two men raised their fists.
Both were in a foul mood today.
The anger that had been building up for so long erupted at that moment, as if to release it all.
"You care that much?" There was nothing but ferocity in Blaise's eyes; he genuinely wanted to kill Ophelia.
Darian saw this too. Ophelia hadn't done anything wrong today. This man was like a lunatic wanting to kill her, and naturally, Darian would not allow it.
"Get out," Darian bellowed.
"What if I don't? I've set my sights on this woman today."
Blaise had no qualms about hitting a woman. Whoever hurt Cecily, he would take them down.
No one could stop him.
Darian threw a punch, which Blaise dodged effortlessly, but Blaise was relentless, his fierce punches kept hammering toward Darian.
With a loud crash, a nearby table was kicked over, the wooden structure collapsing instantly.
The people in the room shrank back into corners, too frightened to breathe too loudly.
In such a situation, no one dared to step forward to mediate; to do so would be to make themselves a target.
Darian's gaze was menacing. "What has she done to provoke you?"
There always needed to be a reason to reprimand someone.
What had Ophelia done wrong today?
"She hurt Cecily; she deserves to die, and you're not far behind. Do you want to die with her?" Blaise's voice was dark and chilling, his entire demeanor ghostly and his presence terrifying.
As Blaise finished speaking, the dark energy Darian exuded grew even more intense, filling the entire hospital room to the brim.
Punch after punch, it was unclear how long they fought. Although both were bloodied, neither gained the upper hand.
Blaise's gaze shifted to Ophelia, who was hiding to the side, and his murderous expression softened slightly.
Both swung at the same time, and as their fists collided, each took a step back. Blaise did not rush forward again. The rage on his face faded to calm indifference, and without any expression, he straightened his clothes.
"Fine."
With a nod, he turned and left.
The tension in the room was palpable as everyone had just witnessed a nerve-wracking scene. Relief washed over them as the man left, the tightness in their muscles easing slightly.
However, Darian still sensed something was amiss. By the time he realized what was about to happen and wanted to intervene, it was already too late.
His expression hardened. "Blaise!"
However, before Darian could act, Blaise had already approached Ophelia, his large hand gripping her shoulder.
With a piercing scream, Ophelia felt a powerful force sweep across the backs of her legs, accompanied by the sound of something snapping twice.
Excruciating pain shot through Ophelia, and she couldn't help but scream, her knees buckling as she collapsed to the ground, her face turning deathly pale instantly.
Before she could catch her breath, the man yanked at her clothes and kicked her body, sending Ophelia crashing into the wall with a loud thud.
She fell to the floor, writhing in pain too intense to even breathe.
The entire, ruthless action took less than twenty seconds – there was no chance to stop it.
Those present had just seen how terrifying the man could be as Ophelia lay on the ground, crying out in agony.
A doctor rushed to Ophelia's aid, helping her up.
Darian watched Blaise act so recklessly, his eyes filled with raging fury.
To discipline Ophelia like this in front of him was, in a way, a direct slap in Darian's face.
Moreover, it wasn't even clear who was right or wrong tonight. To viciously beat someone from the get-go – Darian's sharp gaze narrowed, and he blocked the punch Blaise was about to throw, staring him down. "You've gone too far!"
Blaise met Darian's challenge with a cold, cocky smile, feeling a slight sense of relief as he watched the woman cry out in pain on the ground.
"Too far? I don't think so," Blaise retorted.
Darian pushed Blaise's hand away, making him retreat a couple of steps, but he simply readjusted his stance casually, raising an eyebrow indifferently.
Ophelia's face was ashen as she lay trembling on the ground. "Darian, it hurts so much..."
That pain was exactly what Blaise intended – a lesson learned the hard way.
A doctor from Cecily's team said something to Blaise, and he finally stopped, turning to leave the scene.
At that moment, Ophelia was so overwhelmed by pain that she had no energy even to cry, only managing to lie there and voice her suffering.
Her pain was real; she felt as if her bones were coming apart.
Swiftly, Darian lifted the person back into bed, and, turning to the nearby doctor, instructed, "Give her an examination."
"Yes."
Ophelia's tears fell silently as her whole body trembled slightly. "Darian, Darian, Cecily wants me dead... she must've sent this man to do this to me. How malicious she is... Darian..."
"What have I done to deserve so much pain..."
"I know, stop talking now," Darian said with a somber look in his eyes. He massaged his forehead and strode out.
No matter what, Cecily and Blaise went too far today.
He couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
Cecily hadn't woken up yet, and the doctor was explaining the situation to Blaise.
Darian, through the open door, saw the woman inside the room, and his heart tightened. He walked in with determined steps.
Seeing him, Blaise raised his hand to stop him.
Darian's gaze, however, remained fixed on the frail woman on the bed. His expression grew colder, and a harsh chill gleamed in his dark eyes as he stared down Blaise. "You want to try something?"
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