Chapter 163 Blaise Made a Move, Ophelia Faced Imminent Death
"What are you praying for?" Sandra, with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke and asked Ophelia.
Ophelia's clasped hands trembled slightly. After a brief contemplation, she gently replied, "That child is truly pitiful. I was also hoping to pray for God's blessing so that he can recover quickly."
Ophelia thought that by saying this, Sandra would praise her for being kind-hearted. However, Sandra paused for a few seconds and calmly said, "It's useless if your heart isn't sincere. Go rest."
Was she trying to drive her away?
Ophelia bit her lip, feeling like Sandra had seen through her thoughts. She dared not argue any further and quietly withdrew.
Sandra shook her head slightly. She knew all about Ophelia and Cecily's feud, and at this point, she would be content if Ophelia didn't add fuel to the fire.
Would she even help pray for her child to get better?
Was that possible?
Sandra could tolerate some of Ophelia's scheming, but when she went too far, Sandra didn't like it.
Feeling scolded by Sandra, Ophelia was irritated and didn't stay long. She told the servant to relay a message to Sandra and left.
She would rather be somewhere with Darian than stay here.
As Ophelia walked out of Fitzgerald's Family, she called Darian.
The phone rang for a while before he answered with a slightly hoarse voice, "What's up?"
Hearing Darian's voice, Ophelia felt relieved and quickly said, "Darian, are you at the office?"
"No," Darian replied, sitting on a bench outside the ICU, looking tired.
Listening to Darian's voice, Ophelia asked with concern, "Darian, are you at the hospital? I can come to see you...and I also want to visit Rowan."
Darian furrowed his eyebrows and suspected Ophelia had a lot to do with this, so his tone became serious. "No need to come."
"Why? Darian, what's going on?"
The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop.
Ophelia didn't realize it in time and hit her head on the front seat. Her phone slipped from her hand as well.
"Sorry, Miss. I got distracted just now and didn't notice the car in front stopping."
Rubbing her throbbing forehead, Ophelia would have cursed if she didn't know her phone was still connected.
She covered her forehead and looked out the window for a moment. Fitzgerald's household was a standalone villa, and the surrounding roads were quiet. How could a foreign car suddenly appear and park here?
The driver honked the horn twice, but the car in front remained still.
A few seconds later, several men got out of the car in front and walked menacingly toward them, exuding a strong sense of danger.
Ophelia made up her mind, feeling the imminent danger.
She quickly closed the window and yelled at the driver, "Drive quickly!"
The driver was frantic, not knowing what to do next.
Ophelia quickly bent down to pick up her phone. "Darian..."
Upon hearing the commotion on her end, Darian's brow furrowed. "What's going on?" he asked.
The men had already reached the driver's window and knocked on it. "Open the back door," they demanded.
The ice-cold and dominant tone made people feel extremely dangerous.
Ophelia quickly shouted at the driver, "Drive, drive, I'm telling you to drive!"
Suddenly...
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the rear window shattered into pieces of glass.
This sudden scene frightened Ophelia, causing her to scream repeatedly.
Darian listened to the commotion on the phone and instantly understood that something had happened. "Where are you?"
Ophelia kept shrinking back, shouting, "What are you doing? Who are you people? Let go, ah...help..."
Ophelia screamed at the phone that fell on the ground, "Darian, save me, save me..."
A cold and light laughter came, instantly sending chills down Ophelia's spine.
She turned her head abruptly and saw a man in black casually leaning against the car, his fingertips holding a cigarette, surrounded by white smoke partially obscuring his handsome face.
Seeing this familiar face, Ophelia trembled in fear.
It's this man again...
"What do you want? Let go of me. If you dare to kidnap me, let me tell you, it's illegal."
"Evan, you dared to hire someone to kill. Am I not on par with you?"
...
Darian looked at the disconnected call, and his gaze turned cold.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" Griffin, who was sitting next to him, asked as he watched Darian suddenly stand up.
Darian glanced around but didn't see Cecily's figure. "Where did your mommy go?"
"She just left," Griffin said.
Darian understood in his heart upon hearing that. "Stay here, and don't wander around."
Without giving Griffin a chance to ask more, Darian quickly left.
Griffin stood up from his chair and approached the door of the intensive care unit, looking at his brother through the visitation window, his little face filled with sadness.
...
Ophelia was tied to a chair, wearing a black hood over her head, and her mouth was sealed by black tape, but she could faintly hear her crying out for help, asking to be released.
Cecily stood across from Ophelia, coldly watching her struggling and panicking in the chair.
Scared?
Good, she should be.
Her child was kidnapped and harmed by those assassins. How scared must he have been?
He was just a five-year-old child, having to face so much how helpless and panicked he must have been.
Thinking of this, Cecily couldn't help but close her wet eyes fiercely. When she opened them again, her eyes were filled with ice-coldness, frighteningly cold.
Cecily walked step by step toward Ophelia.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Ophelia tightly cringed her neck, trembling with fear.
Cecily raised her hand and forcefully pulled off the hood covering Ophelia's head.
The black hood was suddenly removed from her head, and the surrounding brightness momentarily blinded Ophelia. She squinted her eyes and finally saw the person in front of her, causing her to struggle even more intensely.
Cecily stared coldly at her, and Ophelia's face was covered in tears and sweat, her hair sticking to her face, looking extremely disheveled.
Cecily raised her hand and ripped off the tape covering Ophelia's mouth.
"Cecily, you bitch, it's really you. How dare you kidnap me? Let me go. Where am I?"
"Did you hear me, Cecily? Let me go, or else I'll make sure you suffer a horrible death!"
"Ah!" A cold and sharp dagger suddenly pressed against Ophelia's neck. Ophelia's eyes widened in fear, and she instinctively silenced herself.
She stared intensely at Cecily's icy and crazed eyes, feeling a chill rising from the soles of her feet.
"What... what do you want to do? Cecily, don't be impulsive..." Ophelia's terrified voice trembled.
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