Chapter 208 Love Came too Late; Unwilling to See Each Other in the Next Life
At that moment, the headlights of the cars behind her shone, and Cecily turned around to see that the car had stopped and the men who had been chasing her were getting out of the car.
Cecily watched as the group of men gradually surrounded her, her palms clenched, her nails deeply embedded in her flesh, but she felt no pain.
The leader of the men looked around, didn't see their car or Darian, then looked at the tire tracks on the ground leading straight to the cliff and the bloodstains of the woman.
The leader of the men felt bad and gave his men a look to report to Ophelia immediately.
And when Ophelia heard the news that Darian might have fallen into the sea and died, her face went blank for a moment, her feet went weak, and she almost fell down.
She rushed forward and grabbed her subordinate's collar, "What did you say? Say it again! Say it again!"
The subordinate lowered his head and said in a low voice, "The news from their side is that Mr. Fitzgerald fell off the cliff, possibly..."
Before the subordinate finished speaking, Ophelia's eyes widened, and she sat back in her chair.
'Darian... is dead?'
'Dead!'
'Dead...'
"It's over..." Ophelia muttered, "It's over, it's over..."
'It's all over.'
"Miss?"
Ophelia suddenly remembered something and stood up abruptly, glaring at him with her eyes wide open, "What about Cecily? Is Cecily dead? Is that bitch dead?"
Ophelia roared, frightening her subordinates.
"No, but we've already surrounded her."
Ophelia's eyes turned stiff, "Good, good, torture her. Torture her hard. She killed Darian. Torture her to death for me!"
Ophelia hated!
She hated!
Why did it have to be like this?
Darian was dead. What should she do?
She hadn't even been Mrs. Fitzgerald for a day, and Darian was dead...
It should have been Cecily who died! It should be her!
...
Cecily had already stumbled to her feet, the pain in her legs making her brain unusually clear.
The subordinate who answered the phone came over to the boss, "Miss ordered not to let her die too quickly, to torture her slowly."
The leader of the men sneered, "That's easy."
People like them were best at torturing others.
A woman covered in injuries was at their mercy.
The man looked at Cecily and shouted to his men, "The lady said to torture this woman slowly, get her up."
"Yes."
With that, the men immediately put away their guns, drew their knives, and went straight to Cecily.
Cecily looked at these people with wide eyes, gripping the stick in her hand.
These people, seeing her in such pain, did not care about her and went out to kick the stick in her hand.
Just as the man raised his leg, Cecily's eyes narrowed, and she swung the stick in her hand with all her might, hitting the man's calf hard.
The man was caught off guard and took a hard blow, a muffled sound, and the man fell to the ground holding his knee.
"Ah!" A piercing scream.
Several people around stopped, apparently not expecting this woman to be so badly injured and still have such great strength.
Suddenly, they were all on guard, but Cecily, who was so battered and bruised, was not enough to make them fear.
The leader of the men gave the order, "What are you standing around for? What are you afraid of? She is a wounded woman. Continue attacking her."
Several men became wary, raising their knives and slowly approaching Cecily.
Although Cecily was covered in injuries at the moment, her body was supported by her anger.
She didn't know where she got the strength, and when the man rushed at her with a knife, she swung the stick at the man again.
This time, however, the men were prepared, each wielding a knife, and they attacked Cecily from different directions, aiming for non-lethal but painful spots.
In her weakened state, Cecily was no match for them.
Her stick was kicked away, and her arm was cut, causing her to wince in pain, which only amused the leader of the group.
"Don't let her die too quickly," he said.
Cecily, struggling to stand, let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"What's so funny?" the leader asked, puzzled.
Cecily raised her head and replied, "I find it amusing that I have such a bunch of fools accompanying me on my journey to the afterlife."
"What do you mean?"
"Owen told you to back off because Darian was in the car, and he didn't want Darian to be in danger. But you chose to listen to Ophelia and continue the attack. Now Darian is missing, and Owen won't let you off the hook."
Cecily's voice was calm, but it sent shivers down the spines of the men.
Yes, Darian had gone missing, and they were the culprits.
The leader, seeing his men in a panic, quickly retorted, "Stop spouting nonsense."
"Nonsense? Did I say anything wrong?"
Cecily realized that these men were Ophelia's people.
Ophelia was the mastermind behind tonight's chase.
Owen, because of her, took the children and didn't want to let her go.
But when he found out that Darian was also in the car, he didn't want to put Darian in danger. So he ordered a retreat.
But how could Ophelia listen to Owen and give up such a good opportunity?
"Owen is ruthless. You probably won't see the light of another day after you go back," Cecily said.
The men's faces gradually filled with panic.
But then one of them thought that there was no turning back in this matter. If they killed this woman, perhaps Ophelia would still appreciate their efforts and try their best to protect them.
The leader's eyes filled with hatred. "Then you can go to hell first and pave the way for us."
He waved his hand and ordered, "Kill her."
The man closest to Cecily raised the knife in his hand and mercilessly aimed it at her neck.
Despite being mentally prepared, Cecily closed her eyes at that moment, and a glistening tear rolled down her cheek.
'Darian... '
'It's a pity... '
'Your love came too late...'
'I forgive you. I forgive what you have done to me... But if there is another life, let's not meet again...'
At the moment the knife pierced her neck, she closed her eyes as if waiting for the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
Drop by drop, warm liquid fell.
The expected pain in her neck did not come.
Cecily's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes in disbelief, looking at the person in front of her.
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