Chapter 164 Don’t Let Cecily Go
"The incident of harming my child, you did it, didn't you?"
Cecily lowered her gaze, her tone calm as if she was asking a completely ordinary question.
But the coldness emitted from her calm tone inexplicably sent shivers down people's spines.
Ophelia's eyes were filled with fear, desperately shaking her head, "No, it wasn't me. I didn't do it. You've got the wrong person. I really didn't do it... I didn't even know you had a child... It really wasn't me..."
How could she possibly admit to this? She was terrified. Cecily's appearance was reminiscent of a haunting devil.
Being stared at by her eyes, Ophelia had a constant feeling that the knife would come down on her neck at any moment.
"Cecily, please spare me. I really didn't do it... If you harm me, Darian won't let you off, and the Flores family won't let you off either. You have to think it through... Ah..."
A "whoosh" sound.
Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through her thigh. Ophelia widened her eyes and slowly looked down, only to see Cecily's dagger deeply embedded in her thigh.
Ophelia stayed quiet for two seconds, then burst out into a piercing scream.
"Ah... Cecily… you're insane, you're insane..."
"I won't let you go. I won't let you go... Just wait and see..."
Ophelia felt the blood rapidly flowing out, trembling all over. She had no idea what extent Cecily would go to.
Would she kill her?
What torture would she inflict next?
Would she die?
For Ophelia, the next second was unknown at that moment. This feeling of being held in someone's hand, the fear of having one's life taken away at any moment, truly amplified her inner terror.
Cecily still looked at her calmly, and as she pulled out the dagger, blood spurted out, but Ophelia didn't even blink.
Another sharp pain hit, and Ophelia felt like she was suffocating, gasping for breath.
Using the blood-stained blade, Cecily lifted Ophelia's chin, her eyes filled with coldness. "Didn't I warn you not to provoke me, not to touch anyone around me?"
"Yes...yes."
"Then why...didn't you listen?"
Cecily's voice turned harsh, raising her hand and stabbing the dagger into Ophelia's other thigh.
"Ah..."
"Why did you touch my child? Can't you do something to me instead? Why did you have to touch my child?"
Cecily pressed the knife forcefully, the tip of the blade piercing through the flesh and into the wooden chair.
Ophelia's face turned pale with pain, desperation lacing her plea. "Cecily...please spare me, I really haven't...haven't hurt your child. Please, I don't want to die...please, I beg you..."
She stuttered her words, but Cecily didn't listen.
"When you kidnaped my child, did you spare him?"
Ophelia kept shaking her head, the pain causing her veins to bulge and her face to contort. "It wasn't me, I didn't..."
"I know you like playing with people's lives. Today, I don't mind playing with yours."
"What are you going to do? What are you doing, Cecily!"
The hood was put back on her head, and she couldn't see anything. She only felt her wrists being held and the dagger slashing across her wrists.
"Cecily...Cecily..."
"Can you hear it? Tick-tock, tick-tock...your blood is slowly flowing away. In less than two hours, you'll die from excessive blood loss."
That was how Cecily treated Rowan, and now it was Ophelia's turn.
Life or death depended on fate.
"Cecily...don't, don't leave me here. Come back, Cecily, come back, come back...I don't want to die, you wretched woman. Even in death, I won't spare you..."
"Wretched woman, come back. Can you hear me? Let me go, let me go. I am the young lady of the Flores family and the future Mrs. Fitzgerald. If you dare let me die here, both the Flores family and Fitzgerald's family will bury you..."
"Can you hear me...Cecily!"
Ophelia struggled incessantly, and the more she struggled, the faster the blood would drain from the wounds on her legs and hands.
The intense pain quickly drained Ophelia of her strength, and she could no longer curse. Her voice gradually turned into a plea for mercy.
"Help...help! Cecily, I was wrong. I was wrong. Please spare me, okay? I know I was wrong, so please spare me. I really don't want to die."
She was afraid, truly afraid.
If nobody found her here, she would die. Ophelia really didn't want to die.
She never thought Cecily would dare to do such a thing. How could she?
Cecily calmly walked downstairs while Blaise lazily leaned against the car, smoking. His icy gaze scanned the area and landed on Cecily.
He raised an eyebrow and stood up straight. "Did you take care of it?"
"Yes."
"Darian brought people," Blaise smirked, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.
Cecily lowered her eyes cynically and smiled. When his loved one was captured, naturally, he would be anxious to rescue her.
Blaise licked his lips. "Clean up."
His men behind him immediately nodded and went upstairs.
When he mentioned cleaning up, he meant removing all traces left by Cecily, ensuring that they wouldn't find any evidence.
"Get in the car. I'll take you back." Blaise extinguished his cigarette and opened the car door, signaling for Cecily to get in.
Cecily didn't refuse and got in the car.
The car started and drove for a while, brushing shoulders with another approaching car.
Darian sat in the car, his cold gaze through the window onto the car next to him, emitting a chilling aura.
Cecily happened to turn her head, and their eyes seemed to collide invisibly.
Darian's dangerous eyes squinted, and he dialed a number, placing the phone by his ear.
Soon, Cecily's phone rang, and it was Darian.
Cecily ended the call without answering.
Darian looked at the hung-up phone call, his expression deepening.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, we've arrived. It should be in this area."
"Search."
Larkin nodded, and soon, everyone that Darian brought got out of the car.
Darian sat in the car, staring at his phone. A layer of frost covered his handsome face, and his eyes were filled with an unfathomable expression.
After about ten minutes, Larkin hurriedly came to report, "Mr. Fitzgerald, we found her."
Darian opened the car door and followed Larkin's guidance, making his way to the room.
Just as he arrived at the door, he heard Ophelia's weak and hoarse cries from inside. "It hurts, it hurts..."
"Miss Ophelia, bear with it."
Darian entered and saw the horrifying scene of Ophelia, with blood all over her body and a dagger firmly attached to her thigh on the chair.
The bodyguard was about to remove the dagger from her thigh.
However, as soon as he touched it, Ophelia screamed in pain, making it impossible for the bodyguard to proceed.
Darian's expression turned cold.
Ophelia opened her eyes weakly, and tears instantly filled them when she saw Darian.
Trembling, she raised her hand and looked at Darian with both pain and helplessness, saying, "Darian... don't let Cecily go... don't let Cecily go..."
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