Chapter 167 In Great Danger
Darian tightly pursed his lips and didn't say anything. The anger in his deep eyes surged even stronger.
Larkin was so scared that he lowered his head even further.
He didn't quite understand. Clearly, when Mr. Fitzgerald had a serious accident, Cecily had taken care of him for two months. During those two months, Owen liked Cecily very much and publicly announced that Cecily would become Darian's wife, with Fitzgerald's family supporting her in everything.
However, later, inexplicably, Owen's attitude toward Cecily did a complete turn.
Even though Cecily hadn't done anything, Owen changed his attitude toward him.
After waking up two months later from the car accident, Darian was faced with Owen insisting that he marry Cecily while silently allowing Darian to mistreat her, giving her a cold shoulder.
It was like a kind of...
Torture in disguise.
Owen's actions were difficult to understand.
Darian picked up his phone, walked to the window, and looked outside at the sunny weather. His eyes were still icy, with repressed emotions hidden deep within.
"What do you mean?" Darian asked coldly.
On the other end of the phone, Owen snorted coldly and spoke, "Is this how you speak to your grandfather?"
"A woman of no importance, and you're wasting your time questioning me about her? Ophelia is your future wife. She hurt your future wife, which is equivalent to slapping you. Shouldn't she be punished?"
Darian smirked sarcastically, "Grandpa, who made the first move in this matter? You know better than me."
Cecily was only seeking revenge for her child in her own way; she did nothing wrong.
If Darian were in her shoes, Ophelia would consider whether her own life would still be intact.
Owen said, "I'm not sure. I only know she harmed someone she shouldn't have."
"Someone she shouldn't have harmed? Grandpa, is Ophelia that important in your eyes?"
Darian laughed coldly. In Owen's eyes, the most important thing was the Fitzgerald's Family. When did one Ophelia become so crucial to him?
"She's not important. What's important is her future identity as the future Mrs. Fitzgerald. She can't be bullied and can't have any stains."
"So even though it was her who made the first move, Cecily can't fight back? Even though she did everything, you want Anais to step forward and take the blame for her?"
Owen chuckled lightly, "What you're saying is baseless speculation."
"You and I both know the truth."
"That's no big deal. Who doesn't know how to play dumb?" Owen's voice carried a hint of seriousness. "Darian, this matter regarding the child is not your child after all. You don't need to worry about him."
Darian's grip on his phone tightened slightly as Cecily's words suddenly echoed in his ear, "Darian, they are your sons, your biological sons."
"Can you believe me this time? They really are your biological children."
Sentence by sentence, word by word...
Something fiercely collided with Darian's unwavering beliefs over the years, causing a crack to appear.
If what Cecily said was true, if Rowan and Griffin were indeed his sons, then how would the people of the Fitzgerald Family, Owen, Sandra, and himself, regret everything they had done in the past?
"What are you thinking?" Seeing Darian's lack of response, Grandpa Owen asked in a stern voice.
Darian collected his thoughts and replied coldly, "Nothing."
"No matter what, you can no longer protect that woman in this matter. You must give an explanation to the Flores family."
"I will handle this matter myself. You take care of yourself."
Owen could clearly hear the meaning behind Darian's words.
Darian never liked others meddling in his affairs.
However, there were many things that Owen had to intervene in.
"If you can't handle this matter properly, I will take care of it for you." Owen's words carried a threat.
In Owen's understanding, handling the matter properly meant handing Cecily over to the Flores family for retribution.
However, if Darian were to suppress them, the Flores family wouldn't be able to touch Cecily.
Darian didn't say anything more and hung up the phone directly.
What Anais mentioned last night had left a thorn in his heart.
But he wasn't foolish enough to directly question Owen. Those matters had to be investigated and understood slowly.
As for performing the DNA test, Darian narrowed his dark eyes and pondered for a few seconds before lifting his hand.
Larkin, who was not far away, immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Fitzgerald."
"Arrange it, redo the paternity test."
Since this matter had been mentioned before, Larkin wasn't too surprised by Darian's request to redo the paternity test. "Understood, Mr. Fitzgerald."
"Mr. Fitzgerald," the bodyguard stationed at Rowan's door suddenly rushed over, "Mr. Fitzgerald, something happened with Rowan. You need to go see."
Darian's face immediately changed, and he quickly walked toward the direction of the intensive care unit.
The instruments in the ICU emitted sharp and urgent alarm sounds, and several doctors rushed in hurriedly.
Cecily practically leaned against the viewing window, her crimson eyes fixedly watching the doctors inside as they tried to save Rowan.
She didn't move like a statue.
She was afraid that if she blinked, the readings on the monitor would drop to zero again.
Darian's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the scene in front of him, his heart stinging intensely.
The atmosphere around them was extremely oppressive.
Darian didn't know how long he stood in place before he finally walked toward the woman in front of him.
As he got closer, he realized that the woman's body had been trembling lightly all along, her tightly clenched hands with sharp nails already deeply embedded in her palms.
Her palms were soaked in blood.
Since the incident with Rowan, she had been handling everything with extreme composure, as if she had no soul, constantly completing the tasks that she was supposed to do.
A doctor came out, and the expression on his face indicated that the news he was about to deliver was not good.
"The child's condition hasn't improved, and he is in a lot of pain. As I mentioned before, if the child does not wake up within the next forty-eight hours..." The doctor paused, glanced at the two of them, and continued to deliver the worst possible outcome, "he might die. As parents, you need to prepare yourselves mentally."
With the doctor's words, the entire hallway fell into silence.
Cecily clenched her teeth tightly as if all her strength had been drained, unable to utter a word.
Darian also stood shocked in place.
Forty-eight hours...
Cecily pursed her lips, her voice shattered and barely recognizable as she finally spoke, "Can I go in and be with him?"
The doctor deliberated for a moment and sighed, "Yes."
"Thank you."
The doctor sighed and left.
...
The intensive care unit was filled with the scent of disinfectant, and Cecily quietly approached the bedside, looking at the little guy lying on the bed, his face pale as if devoid of any life.
Besides the occasional dripping sound from the instruments, there was no other sound in the room.
The little guy lay quietly on the bed, various tubes and wires connected to his body, visible needle marks on his originally tender hand with a purplish-red ring of dried medication surrounding them, making them particularly striking.
Cecily's lips trembled, restraining the tears in her eyes with great effort. She bent down, sat down, and reached out, cautiously holding the small, ice-cold hand, and gently lowered her head.
'Rowan... I'm sorry...'
'I'm sorry...'
'Mommy didn't protect you well.'
'If Mommy could have been faster... maybe it wouldn't have happened like this...'
'I'm sorry...'
Outside the door, Darian looked through the viewing window, watching the woman holding the child's hand, burying her head, sobbing...
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