Chapter 158 Another DNA Test
Upon seeing this, Darian's icy face also showed a hint of astonishment. He quickly took three steps forward and tightly held Cecily's tense body, pulling her away. "Cecily! Calm down."
As Ophelia was released, her whole body slid down from the wall, weakly sitting on the ground.
She took a deep breath, and the air she inhaled was filled with the smell of blood. Her neck was covered in blood, making it particularly striking.
She coughed violently, and Cecily had truly made up her mind to kill.
Sandra was frozen in place, covering her mouth in shock.
Despite being pulled away by Darian, Cecily's eyes, full of hostility, continued to fixate on Ophelia, as if she wanted to kill the person in front of her.
It took Ophelia a while to recover. She leaned against the corner, covering her mouth, and cried nonstop, loudly accusing with a sense of grievance, "Cecily, are you crazy? I didn't even know you had a child. How is it my fault if something happened to your child? You have no evidence, why are you accusing me?"
"You crazy person, you crazy person. Darian, I'm really being framed this time."
Darian's face turned cold as he focused solely on the trembling woman in his arms.
After hearing this, Cecily coldly curled her lips.
It had nothing to do with her?
Cecily couldn't think of a second person who would do something like this!
At that moment, the doors to the emergency room opened.
A nurse walked out hurriedly.
Cecily pushed Darian aside and rushed forward, "What happened to my child?"
The nurse hurriedly said, "The child is in a very dangerous condition now and needs a blood transfusion. The blood in the hospital's blood bank is not enough. Which one of you has blood type A?"
Cecily said, "I do. No, wait."
Direct relatives cannot donate blood.
Darian said, "Donate mine."
"No, it's not allowed." Cecily decisively interrupted Darian.
Darian frowned, "Why?"
Cecily looked up at Darian, "Direct relatives cannot donate blood."
A cold gleam flashed in Darian's eyes, "Cecily, it's already this late and you still don't believe the child is not mine."
Cecily anxiously raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, shouting, "When will you ever believe me?"
The two stared at each other in a few seconds of silence.
Larkin immediately stepped forward, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I also have blood type A. I can donate blood to Rowan."
Upon hearing this, the nurse quickly said, "Sir, please come with me."
"Okay."
Darian frowned and had a deep, contemplative look in his eyes, "If you don't believe me, then let's do another DNA test."
Cecily withdrew her gaze from Darian's face. She didn't have time to argue about this issue with him right now.
Hearing this, Ophelia's heart skipped a beat.
Another DNA test?
They've already done two, and now they have to redo it. Ophelia instantly became nervous and clenched her hands slightly.
Time passed minute by minute.
Every second of waiting felt extremely long to Cecily.
She didn't know how long it had been, but she had been staring at the doors of the emergency room all this time.
A glimmer of hope returned to her eyes.
The doctor walked out of the room, took off his mask, and shook his head heavily.
Seeing the doctor's expression, both of them felt a heavy sinking in their hearts.
Cecily tightly squeezed her hand as she immediately approached and asked, "Doctor, how is the child doing?"
The doctor carefully considered his words and said, "I'm sorry, we did our best, but the child was too severely injured. The situation is not optimistic. He is still unconscious. You should be mentally prepared..."
After listening to the doctor's words, Cecily completely froze in place.
Silence filled the air for a while.
Cecily took two deep breaths, but she couldn't catch her breath no matter what.
She bent down, tightly grasping her clothes over her chest, her heartache feeling as if it was torn apart by something, as if being stabbed in the heart by a thousand arrows.
Cecily took two sharp breaths, but she couldn't catch her breath no matter what."
Darian's pupils trembled, and he reached out his long arm to embrace the trembling woman, holding her tightly. Even though there were layers of clothing between them, he could still feel the continuous trembling of the person in his arms. His strong arms unconsciously exerted more strength.
Although it was only deep autumn, it felt as cold as winter all around.
Cecily trembled and weakly struggled, "Let, let go of me, let go of me! I want to be with Rowan. My Rowan. Let go of me."
Tears finally fell uncontrollably.
Rowan, her child, her child.
Darian held Cecily tightly as she kept struggling, biting his back teeth tightly, feeling as if a part of him had been dug out from his heart.
"Cecily, calm down. There will be a way. It will get better. It will get better," he repeated over and over again, trying to comfort her.
Cecily listened to those comforting words in his arms, but her heart felt incredibly desolate.
She reached out to push him away, but his arms tightened around her even more.
It hurt, it really hurt.
Darian didn't know why his heart was hurting like that.
Clearly, that wasn't his child, but he wished he could be the one lying inside.
Clearly, he loathed this woman, but when she couldn't even cry properly, he felt suffocating heartache.
The woman in his arms stiffened her body, her lips trembling involuntarily. "Darian," she closed her eyes, "Can you see it? Everything I said is coming true one by one."
Exhausted, endless exhaustion.
She had said that as long as she was entangled with Darian, the scheming around her would never stop.
"Once the child recovers, let me go."
She took the child back to Dorde and didn't want to stay here anymore.
She didn't want the child to be hurt again.
Darian's eyes trembled when he heard this, and he raised his deep eyes and looked at Ophelia, who was standing behind him.
Ophelia hid a smile on her face, but it faintly showed a hint of joy. However, when she noticed Darian's gaze, her face instantly became extremely sorrowful, and tears even welled up in her eyes.
Sandra looked at the woman crying uncontrollably in front of her, and as she watched all of this, she didn't know if she was affected by the atmosphere here, but her heart also felt a sense of oppression. She couldn't help but pay attention to the situation of the little one.
Intensive care unit.
Looking through the viewing window at the child lying in the ICU, Cecily stayed by their side all night and didn't dare to leave even for a moment.
Cecily had been standing for how long and Darian had been standing behind her.
"Mr. Fitzgerald," Larkin said in a lower voice in this oppressive atmosphere.
"Speak," Darian's voice was hoarse.
"Miss Aurelie just arrived. We asked Miss Aurelie, and she said that they were attacked by several men dressed in black, all highly skilled. According to Miss Aurelie's description, the attackers were probably professional killers."
"This was a premeditated attack. As for those attackers, we are still searching for them because it was dark and they were all wearing masks. The attack took place on a route with no surveillance cameras, so it will take some time to find them."
"And Anais has been detained. Besides Ms. Thompson, only Anais had the key to that room."
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