Chapter 160 He Himself Became the Culprit
Ophelia looked at Darian again, "Darian, where are you going? Do you need my help?"
Darian stared at Ophelia's flawlessly disguised face, squinted his eyes, and coldly uttered two words, "No need."
Ophelia pursed her lips and nodded, "Then I'll go back first. Aunt Sandra was also frightened today. I'll accompany her tomorrow."
"Okay."
Darian clearly had no intention of chatting with her any further, so he turned around and left.
Cecily's gaze swept coldly across Ophelia's face.
Ophelia slightly frowned, but there was a provocative smile in her eyes, "Take care, Miss Cecily."
"Do you think I can't do anything to you just because we can't find any evidence?" Cecily's grip tightened, and her lips trembled.
Cecily knew that it was Ophelia who had done this. Even if they couldn't find evidence in the end, she wouldn't let her go.
For the suffering her child had endured, she would make Ophelia pay back a thousandfold.
Ophelia still maintained her innocent demeanor, "Miss Cecily, I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm willing to let it go because something happened to your child, but if you continue to slander me, I won't be so easily bullied."
Cecily didn't say anything and left her with an icy gaze before exiting.
Ophelia had no flaws on her face, but she felt countless shivers in her heart.
Cecily's gaze was terrifying, almost insane.
That kind of look made Ophelia fear that she would be stabbed to death by Cecily directly.
Ophelia tightened her hand around her purse and stared at Cecily's receding figure, taking two deep breaths.
She had miscalculated.
She had thought the child would die directly, but she didn't expect there to be a possibility of saving him.
She had thought Cecily would suspect Darian, blaming everything on him and causing a rift between them.
She didn't expect Cecily to suspect her directly.
Ophelia clenched her teeth.
The problem was that there were so many other things as well. In front of the emergency room, Darian had said he would redo the DNA test himself.
Darian had kept his word.
Once the child was better, they would have time to do the DNA test.
It was troublesome.
She absolutely could not let Darian know that the child was his biological child.
Otherwise, she would be finished.
How could she make sure they wouldn't pursue the DNA testing?
Ophelia narrowed her eyes, a plan flashing through her mind.
Yes, what if the child couldn't be saved?
If the child couldn't be saved, how could they possibly still have the energy to focus on whether they were biologically related or not?
A smirk played on Ophelia's lips, a trace of satisfaction shining in her eyes.
...
The captured killers had originally intended to seek death, but Darian had ordered that they not be allowed to die. They didn't even have the right to die.
In a room decorated with silver metal, several iron cages were placed, and the captured individuals were imprisoned inside.
Upon entering, Cecily once again felt a cold aura, and her gaze locked onto the men inside the cages.
These men were the ones who took Rowan away. Although they had worn masks at the time, Cecily recognized them at first sight based on their physique.
The hatred in Cecily's eyes surged uncontrollably when she thought about how they had turned Rowan into what he had become. Her rationality was nearly replaced by hatred.
Although she hated them, she knew that there were people behind them who had ordered them to do such things, people who were even more despicable.
These men were tough and refused to say anything. The Fitzgerald Family had used plenty of terrifying punishments on them.
Darian looked at them calmly, his thin lips uttering a cold voice, "Who gave you the orders to do this?"
The men in the cages exchanged a glance and smirked. "The person you can't afford to provoke."
Darian coldly stared at them, expressionless, as he sat down and pinched a cigarette between his fingertips. "Tell me who it is."
"We would never betray our employer," they said fearlessly.
Darian raised his hand.
Larkin immediately stepped forward, and several of Fitzgerald's Family bodyguards with different torture tools entered the room.
Sometimes, death was not as frightening as a fate worse than death.
When they saw those sharp instruments, they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. If these things were used on them, they would surely regret coming into this world.
Larkin spoke up as a reminder, "I suggest you answer quickly, or you'll have to answer after the punishment."
The individuals clenched their teeth and continued to resist, saying, "Come on, I've been in this line of work for so many years. I've endured all kinds of injuries. I'm not afraid of you. Don't expect to get anything from me."
A sharp sneer flashed across Darian's lips as he waved his hand.
Soon, the room filled with piercing screams.
Darian turned around and glanced at the woman standing behind him, her expression devoid of any emotion. She stood there coldly, not even blinking her eyes.
If it were any other woman, seeing such a bloody scene would be either too terrifying or unbearable to watch.
However, she seemed accustomed to it.
Darian squinted his eyes, beginning to suspect whether it was out of hatred or mere familiarity.
After all, she had spent five years by the side of that lunatic, Blaise.
After being subjected to whipping for over ten minutes, the men were barely breathing, and someone splashed a bucket of water on them to wake them up.
Groans of agony escaped their mouths as sweat mixed with blood dripped onto the ground.
Darian looked on coldly, his face expressionless. "Will you talk or not?"
"You...kill us. Kill us, please!"
Waves of cries echoed throughout the spacious room.
Darian slowly stood up and walked to the side of the men, and his gaze lingered on them. He coldly curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, I have the best medical team here. I guarantee you'll have a fresh mentality every day to face the torture."
"You..."
The assassins finally realized that they were clearly facing a devil.
Such torture was already unbearable, but to endure it every day would be truly more unbearable than death itself.
"I'll talk... I'll talk..." someone finally couldn't hold back and spoke up.
Larkin stepped forward and pulled him up. "Speak, and you'll find relief."
The man hesitated for a moment, but the pain in his body destroyed his will. "It was... a person named... named Darian. He told us to do this..."
The expression on Darian's face turned even more cold and terrifying.
Cecily's gaze, originally devoid of any warmth, shifted to Darian.
Larkin felt a chill in his heart and kicked the man in the crotch, "I told you to tell the truth."
Did these people know that the person standing in front of them was the one they called Darian?
The man groaned in pain and struggled to speak, "It's...the truth. Our mission information from our superiors showed...that the employer...was Darian."
Darian's cold gaze stared at him silently, and he sneered. After all this questioning, the result turned him into the culprit.
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