Chapter 159 Those Assassins have been Captured
Darian frowned deeply and glanced at the woman who was slightly moving and slowly turning around.
Cecily turned around, her cold gaze falling on Darian, and she said in a weak but decisive voice, "It's Ophelia."
"You have no evidence."
What she said was only her speculation.
"Evidence? Yes, I have no evidence, but there are only two people who would do such a thing. It's either Ophelia or Elysia. This incident doesn't benefit Elysia, and if she wants revenge on me, she doesn't need to do this. So it can only be Ophelia."
Darian rubbed his temples wearily. "We'll investigate all of this later."
Darian walked up and grabbed her arm. "Let's go."
"Where to?"
"To tend to the wounds."
"I won't go." Cecily turned her face away and continued walking back to the window, looking at the child inside who needed round-the-clock medical care, with tubes inserted all over their body. Her heart sank to the bottom.
Darian's eyes darkened as he felt the annoyance building up inside him. He wanted to just pick up this woman and carry her away, but when he saw the vulnerability in her eyes, as if she couldn't withstand another blow, Darian couldn't bring himself to do it.
He took a deep breath and said, "If you don't want the wound to get infected, if you want to be able to be with your child for the next few days, and if you want to find the murderer, then go and have your wound treated right now."
When he mentioned being with her child and finding the murderer, Cecily's eyes wavered slightly.
Noticing this, Darian signaled for Larkin to arrange for a doctor.
Larkin nodded and left.
...
The female doctor was going to treat Cecily's wound, which was on her back and required her to remove her clothes. The doctor glanced at Darian and gestured for him to leave.
Darian didn't move, and since Cecily didn't say anything either, the doctor assumed that they were married and didn't say anything more.
Cecily kept her eyes down, her back wound causing her to lose all sensation. She remained silent, not uttering a single word.
When the doctor saw the wound, even she couldn't remain calm. The wound extended across half her back, although it wasn't deep, it was long and looked painful with the torn flesh. The wound had been treated, but signs of inflammation were still visible.
Even for a man, this kind of pain would be difficult to endure. The doctor looked at the woman before her with admiration, amazed that she could bear it without making a sound.
It was as if she had no feeling at all.
Darian's eyes narrowed, and his originally pitch-black eyes filled with anger at the sight of that scar.
When he saw the fresh blood on her back earlier, he could tell that she was injured, but he didn't expect it to be this severe. How could she endure several hours with such a long, deep wound like this?
Darian gave a deep look at Cecily, whose eyes were fixed on the ground, with anger in his eyes.
Could this woman at least consider her own well-being for a moment?
The anger emanating from him sent a shiver down the doctor's spine. She accidentally caught a glimpse of his gloomy expression, and it startled her so much that she forgot what she was supposed to do.
Darian glanced at the doctor and said coldly, "Continue."
Immediately, the doctor lowered her head and continued to treat the woman's wound.
As the icy medicine flowed into the wound, the sharp pain made Cecily tremble violently, her hands tightly clutching her clothes.
Seeing this, Darian approached Cecily with a cold expression, extending his arm and placing it in front of her, indicating for her to hold it.
Cecily looked at the arm in front of her. She was in excruciating pain at the moment and unconsciously grabbed Darian's hand.
As her icy cold hand held his, Darian's heart also trembled. His gaze fell on the woman's face, sweating from the pain, and a few traces of sympathy flashed in his eyes.
"It hurts a bit, but bear with it."
"Okay," Cecily mumbled in response, nodding.
Darian's forehead tightened as he held Cecily's hand, exerting a slightly stronger grip than Cecily held his.
When his gaze fell on the woman's back again, Darian noticed a not-so-clear scar on her lower back.
Darian squinted his eyes and stared for a few seconds before looking away.
After all the wounds were treated, which took over an hour, the doctor was sweating profusely.
Darian had Larkin bring clean and loose clothes and personally helped Cecily put them on.
With his eyes lowered, Darian used his slender fingers to button up her shirt, his voice devoid of any warmth as he asked, "How did you get that scar on your lower back?"
Cecily's eyes trembled slightly and hesitated before weakly replying, "I got it a long time ago by accident."
The doctor who was organizing the medications raised her head, showing a hint of hesitation.
Being a doctor, she could clearly see that it was a scar left after surgery.
However, since the patient came up with her own excuse, the doctor didn't say anything more.
Darian arranged a ward for Cecily and told her to rest, but Cecily refused.
Seeing her stubbornness, Darian's face darkened.
"The child will have doctors and nurses looking after them. You can't go in and take care of them. Don't you want to rest? Do you want to die?"
"Mr. Fitzgerald." Larkin hurriedly ran over to report, just after finishing a phone call. "Mr. Fitzgerald, those assassins have been captured."
Those assassins hijacked the car used by Fitzgerald's Family's usual bodyguards and sneaked into Fitzgerald's Family.
However, it was not as easy to get out as it was to get in.
Darian immediately ordered everyone to block every exit of Fitzgerald's Family, forcing the assassins to hide and try to escape during the night. However, they didn't expect that Darian had already sent all the bodyguards to guard various places. If they moved, they would expose themselves.
Darian narrowed his eyes, his handsome face tense and cold between his brows. "Who is behind this?"
"These people are very stubborn and would rather die than talk."
It wasn't easy to get these people to talk.
They had their own rules in this industry, and if they revealed their employer, it would inevitably bring harm to their families. Even if they died, the organization would not let their families go.
Therefore, they would rather die than talk.
Darian's slender five fingers formed a clenched fist. "Then find every possible way to make them talk."
"Yes."
Darian frowned, anger evident in his stride as he walked away.
Cecily caught up to him. "I'm going too."
"You stay here and rest."
Cecily stubbornly shook her head. Right now, she had no thoughts of resting. She couldn't relax until the killer was caught.
Darian looked at her determined expression and had no choice but to follow her.
Just as the two were about to leave, they heard Ophelia's urgent voice from behind, "Darian, wait!"
Seeing Ophelia, Darian frowned, "Why are you still here?"
Ophelia was about to speak, but the coldness emanating from Cecily made her heart tremble involuntarily.
However, thinking that they couldn't find any evidence, Ophelia kept her concerns to herself.
Ophelia looked worried, "I just dropped off Aunt Sandra and came back to check on things. I was concerned."
"What are you concerned about?" Cecily asked coldly.
Ophelia gritted her teeth and looked at Cecily, appearing extremely innocent.
"Miss Cecily, whether you believe it or not, this has nothing to do with me. I had no idea you had another child, let alone the possibility of plotting against your child. I know our relationship is usually bad, but you don't have to blame everything on me."
Her words sounded innocent, but Cecily didn't believe a single word.
Seeing Cecily's cold face and her own disbelief, Ophelia sighed helplessly and stopped talking.
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