Chapter 209 I Won't Spare You. You Wretched Woman
Cecily's breath caught as she stared at the hand that was gripping the sharp blade, blood dripping from it onto her face.
Darian's face was pale, with bruises on his forehead and right cheek, and his clothes were torn by sharp objects, making him look a bit disheveled.
He clenched his lips, his deep and cold eyes glaring at the man wielding the knife.
The man was so scared that he dropped the knife, took a step back, and the next second, the dagger directly slashed the man's neck.
The scene dumbfounded the leader of the group.
"Darian..."
Not dead?
Cecily stared at the man in front of her in disbelief.
After a while, she reacted and tentatively called out Darian's name.
Darian immediately bent down to check on the woman's condition.
Looking at her injuries, Darian's pupils contracted, and he reached out, wiping away the blood from the woman's mouth with his fingertips.
"Don't be afraid. I'll take you back." Cecily's heart trembled slightly as she felt the warmth of his hand. Only then did Cecily realize that the man was truly unharmed.
"Boss, what should we do?" The men under his command looked to Darian, their leader, for guidance.
Darian turned to face them, his expression cold and unwavering.
It was clear that they could no longer act recklessly in Darian's presence.
The events of the evening spoke for themselves, and the identities of those responsible were not a mystery.
The man in charge stammered, "M-Mr. Fitzgerald, we..."
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, causing the man to instinctively cower in fear.
Darian swiftly turned around, only to see a bullet pierce through Cecily's shoulder, causing her to collapse.
He reached out to grab her, but she slipped through his fingers and tumbled over the cliff's edge, disappearing into the churning waters below.
Without a moment's hesitation, Darian leaped after her.
Larkin, who had arrived with reinforcements, was taken aback by Darian's actions.
He was about to follow suit when he realized he couldn't swim and would need Darian's help.
"What are you waiting for? We need to save them!"
Larkin urged the bodyguards. One of them immediately took off his jacket, preparing to jump, but hesitated upon seeing the sheer drop and the darkness below.
"Take the speedboat down there, quickly!" Larkin shouted.
He then turned to search for the source of the gunshot.
In the darkness, he noticed a black car quietly leaving the scene.
Unable to see the license plate, Larkin grabbed a bodyguard and ordered, "Follow that car and remember the license plate by any means necessary."
"Yes, sir!" Without delay, the bodyguard ran toward the cliff.
'Mr. Fitzgerald and his wife must be saved at all costs!'
The weather was turning, with a cold wind that hinted at an impending storm.
Darian continued his search in the icy waters, his determination unwavering.
The bodyguards on the speedboat quickly followed suit, jumping into the sea.
Meanwhile, news of the situation reached Owen.
Upon hearing that Darian's car had plunged into the sea, Owen's face turned pale, and he gasped for air, his aged body collapsing.
Sawyer immediately rushed to support Owen, patting his chest to help him breathe. "Sir, hang in there! Someone, call a doctor!"
Within two minutes, another piece of news arrived even before the doctor said, "Sir, Mr. Darian is safe. The news just came in that he didn't fall into the sea."
Owen took a deep breath, and a glimmer of hope returned to his weary eyes. "Is he back? Is he back? Hurry, bring him back!"
Owen's voice was hoarse as he gave his orders.
Just then, another bodyguard hung up the phone and rushed in, "Sir, Mr Darian..." Owen hurriedly stepped forward, "What happened to him?"
"Miss Cecily fell into the sea, and he jumped in after her."
Owen's face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again, and Sawyer promptly supported him.
Owen raised his hand, realizing that something was amiss.
Everyone had left, so how could Cecily have fallen into the sea?
"What exactly happened there? Tell me everything."
"It was Ms. Ophelia; her people didn't retreat, which led to Miss Cecily falling into the sea."
The bodyguard spoke with his head bowed, not daring to meet Owen's gaze.
Owen's face turned livid, his hand gripping the cane tightly. "Go! Bring her to me."
"Yes." The bodyguard immediately went to find Ophelia.
Soon, Ophelia was brought over.
"Gran..."
Owen threw away his cane and slapped Ophelia across the face.
Before Ophelia could say a word, the slap sent her crashing into the table, pulling the tablecloth down with her.
The glasses on the table shattered, and everyone nearby cowered in fear.
Owen had never been so angry.
Sandra, who had just arrived, couldn't believe what she was seeing and covered her mouth in shock.
The next moment, she heard Owen angrily shout at Ophelia, "If you harm Darian, I'll make you pay with your life!"
Ophelia's ears were ringing, her face burning from the pain, which gradually turned into numbness.
Sandra desperately drove her wheelchair closer, her face filled with fear.
"Dad, Darian? What happened to Darian?"
Sandra had not planned to attend the engagement party due to her disagreement with the marriage.
She waited at home, growing more and more anxious, until she decided to come and look for them, only to witness this scene.
She urgently grabbed Owen's arm. "Dad, tell me, what happened to Darian?"
Owen's head throbbed, and he said heavily, "Darian fell into the sea with Cecily."
"Fell into the sea... Cecily..." Sandra murmured, her gaze shifting to Ophelia, who was lying on the ground, unable to get up.
'Why did Cecily fall into the sea? Owen hit Ophelia, so this must be related to her. It must be her!'
Confused by anger and shame, Sandra couldn't care less about her image as she lunged at Ophelia, tearing at her.
"You wretched woman! It's you again, isn't it? If you've killed my son, I won't spare you. You wretched woman!"
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