Chapter 177 Send Her to Jail
Ophelia's pupils contracted, and her voice instantly rose. "Elysia, why are you looking at me? When did I tell you to do such a thing?"
Ophelia squinted her eyes, full of threats.
Elysia anxiously lowered her head.
Sandra's eyes were filled with shock. "Is it really Ophelia?"
"No, Auntie, not me. I didn't do it. I really didn't. I don't even know about this. How could it be me..."
Cecily grabbed Elysia by the collar and sternly questioned, "Is it her?"
"No... no..." Elysia shook her head continuously. She couldn't dare to say it was Ophelia because Ophelia had warned her long ago.
If she dared to expose her, Ophelia would make the entire Watson Family pay with their lives, leaving her with nothing.
She didn't dare, she didn't dare...
"It's not her, it's not her. I was just looking at her because I wanted Ophelia to save me... it's not for any other reason. It's not her..."
"Elysia, I warn you to think carefully before you speak. You can't bear the weight of this on your own."
Elysia trembled all over, feeling the pressure in Cecily's gaze. She shook even more violently.
After a few seconds of internal struggle, Elysia thought about Ophelia's words and the method Ophelia had given her to protect herself.
Elysia clenched her teeth and made up her mind. "It... it was all me. Because I hate you, I can't deal with you, so I can only go after your child. Cecily, it's all because I hate you. It has nothing to do with anyone else here."
"How did you contact those killers? How did you know when they would hijack the Fitzgerald Family's car, and how did you know which room in the Fitzgerald Family's house they couldn't enter?" asked Cecily.
"I..." Elysia stuttered.
She was just a scapegoat pulled ahead by Ophelia. How could she possibly know these things?
She didn't know. She didn't know any of it.
"Speak up," Cecily reprimanded sharply.
Elysia trembled in fear, sitting limp on the ground.
Ophelia, sitting on the sofa, also turned pale.
Damn it.
She forgot to inform Elysia about these details.
"You can't say it, can you?" Cecily looked at Ophelia. "That's right, only Ophelia knows these things."
"And she framed Darian, planning to let the child die in the Fitzgerald Family's home, completely severing my ties with Darian. The only one who benefits is Ophelia. What else do you have to say?"
"Cecily, you're talking nonsense. Shut up," Ophelia exclaimed in panic.
After hearing Cecily's words, Sandra replayed the events in her mind. She looked at Ophelia with eyes that went from suspicion to certainty. "It's really you!"
Ophelia hurriedly reached out to grab Sandra's hand. "Aunt, it's not like that. I didn't do it. These are all her speculations. There's no evidence. Aunt, please believe me, Darian, believe me, believe me, it's not like that, I didn't..."
Sandra's expression turned cold, and she directly swatted away Ophelia's hand.
Elysia didn't know much about the Fitzgerald Family, but Ophelia did. What Cecily just said was beyond Elysia's capabilities but not beyond Ophelia's.
What Elysia did was equivalent to what Ophelia did.
If she still believed Ophelia's words now, she would be a fool.
"Aunt..."
"Don't touch me! I never expected you to be so malicious. You even intentionally threw the child into that study room and framed Darian. How dare you do such a thing? I can't believe I used to feel sorry for you. You deserve it," Sandra snarled, glaring at Ophelia with hatred in her eyes.
Ophelia continued to try and defend herself.
However, no matter how much she cried and pleaded, no one believed her anymore.
"Aunt, there is no evidence in this matter. Will you believe me? Will you believe me one more time, please..."
Sandra rubbed her throbbing temples. "Darian, this is your own matter. You should solve it yourselves." Sandra couldn't be bothered with this matter anymore.
Ophelia cried with tear streaks all over her face, tightly holding onto Sandra's hand, unwilling to let go.
"Larkin, call the police," Darian said in a cold voice, sitting silently on the side.
With one sentence, Ophelia went cold from head to toe.
What did Darian say?
'Call the police!'
Was he going to send her to jail?
"Darian, are you going to send me to jail?"
"Why not?" Darian's gaze turned icy.
Ophelia instantly knelt on the ground, panic filling her pupils. "Why, Darian? Why are you so cruel to me? I am your fiancee. How can you be like this to me?"
Darian stared at her coldly and spoke with a chilly tone, "I warned you five years ago not to scheme around me. Did you listen?"
Ophelia cried in pain, shaking her head repeatedly. "It is all because I love you, Darian. You can't be like this to me. You can't be so heartless."
Darian furrowed his eyebrows. "Am I heartless? Haven't I given you enough chances?"
Darian could tolerate Ophelia's guilt once or twice, but continuous scheming would wear down even the greatest sense of guilt.
Ophelia vigorously shook her head, tears forming a clear arc.
The bodyguards stepped forward and dragged Ophelia away.
Ignoring the pain from her wounds, Ophelia forcefully pushed the bodyguards' hands away. "No... don't touch me. I don't want this. Aunt, Aunt, save me, save me..."
Sandra looked on coldly, feeling that Darian may have gone too far, but she didn't say anything.
After all, Ophelia not only harmed a child this time but also tried to shift the blame onto Darian.
Sandra's greatest concern was her son, whom she took great pride in. How could she tolerate Ophelia's manipulations?
Perhaps it was time to teach her a lesson.
"Let go of me..."
"What are you all doing?" A dignified voice sounded at the door.
Darian frowned upon hearing this voice.
"Dad, why are you back?" Sandra looked at Tristan and Tabitha, supporting Owen as they appeared at the door. Her expression stiffened.
Ophelia immediately saw her lifeline and desperately pushed away the bodyguards, shouting toward the three of them, "Mom, Dad, Grandpa Owen, save me."
"Ophelia... " Tabitha immediately rushed over and embraced her daughter. "Don't be scared, Mom's here, Mom's here. What's going on? What are you all going to do to Ophelia?"
Ophelia, as if finding her savior, curled up in Tabitha's embrace and started crying.
"I didn't do it; I didn't do it. Cecily is going to falsely accuse me of harming her child, but I clearly didn't."
Upon hearing this, Sandra was shocked by Ophelia's shamelessness.
Everyone present knew the truth.
Even the servants probably understood what was going on.
She was actually trying to defend herself!
Sandra couldn't help but admire her a little.
A cold smile flickered across Cecily's delicate face.
Tristan helped Grandpa Owen sit on the sofa. Owen, dressed in a suit, held a cane and walked with powerful steps, displaying an air of authority.
After Owen sat down, his gaze swept across the people in the living room and finally settled on Ophelia, who was crying uncontrollably. His face grew increasingly displeased as he coldly said, "You two take Ophelia back first. I will handle this matter."
"Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald Sr. Then we'll take Ophelia back first," Tristan quickly replied, then bent over to help Ophelia up and prepared to leave.
Ophelia also wanted to leave as soon as possible.
However, as soon as the three of them took a step, they were stopped by two serious-looking bodyguards.
The three of them had no choice but to look at Darian, who sat on the sofa, his face cold and expressionless.
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