Chapter 211 Ophelia's time of death has come
"Miss Aurelie, Mr. Fitzgerald is also very sad. Please calm down." Larkin stepped forward to pull Aurelie away. Aurelie fell heavily on the beach, her face full of tears.
Cecily, what kind of karma did you bring upon yourself to meet him? It's all your fault, you scum. Why are you still here? You didn't cherish her when she was alive, so why pretend to be affectionate now?"
Darian's eyes grew colder, and he finally looked at her, saying firmly, "She's not dead. She's just angry with me and hiding. I will find her and bring her home."
Darian tried to convince himself. Cecily was just angry with him, unwilling to forgive him. Once her anger subsided, she would come back.
Darian would give her anything she wanted, even his life, as long as she came back.
The phone rang, and Larkin handed his phone to Darian. "Mr. Fitzgerald, it's a call from Rowan."
Darian mechanically took the phone and heard the emotionless voice of Rowan. "Daddy, we're not leaving. Bring Mommy back."
Three days ago, Blaise had sent the two children back to the Fitzgerald Family, perhaps to shield them from something they couldn't accept.
Although they didn't know what had happened, both children were already aware that something was wrong.
Someone had told them today. They had lost their mother...
Of course, the two little ones didn't believe it. They believed that their father would bring their mother back.
Listening to the voices of the two little ones, Darian felt a sharp pain in his heart. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Okay, Daddy will bring Mommy back, for sure."
Darian instructed everyone to continue searching. Cecily must still be alive.
Hayden and Declan also sent out their people to search.
Larkin knew he shouldn't disturb Darian now, but there was something he had to report.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, Ms. Ophelia tried to escape a few days ago, but our people caught her. We also found the person who fired the gun that night. It was someone from the Ji family."
Darian looked at the vast sea, his voice hoarse, "Take them to the Fitzgerald Family's dungeon."
Larkin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."
Ophelia was forcibly taken away with a hood over her head. She struggled in fear. Larkin's voice was cold, "Behave, Ms. Ophelia, and you might suffer less."
"Let me go! Who are you to arrest me? I want to see Darian! I want to see him. Do you hear me? I want to see him!"
Larkin sneered, "Don't worry, you'll see him soon. Take her away."
Ophelia was trembling as she was put into the car. She struggled with all her might, but it was futile.
Ophelia was dragged into a pitch-black room. She didn't know where she was, only that the car had driven for a while before she was roughly pulled out.
Without a chance to catch her breath, she screamed desperately, but no one showed her any mercy.
From the beginning, Ophelia cursed and begged, "Please, let me go. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see him. Let me go, please let me go!"
"Ms. Ophelia, save your energy. You brought this upon yourself. Mr. Fitzgerald has warned you many times. You keep testing his limits, and no one can save you this time."
"No, it's not like that. I had no choice. I really had no choice. Let me go, please let me go!"
Ophelia kept screaming and was finally dragged into the dungeon by two people. She was thrown into a small cage, and the hood over her head was removed.
She looked around the empty room in horror, collapsing to the ground, her face drained of color.
She scrambled up, rushing to the iron cage, screaming for release.
"Let me out! I'm the heiress of the Flores Family! How dare you imprison me? I demand to see Owen!"
The door opened, and Darian's imposing figure entered.
Ophelia threw herself at the cage, her cries desperate.
"Darian, please, let me go. We grew up together, childhood friends. You can't do this. I know I was wrong... I truly am sorry. Spare me, please."
Darian's face was a mask of darkness, exuding a menacing aura. His icy gaze met hers, devoid of emotion. It was as if he was looking at a lifeless body.
This time, Darian was determined to end her life.
Ophelia's fear intensified.
"No, Darian, please, I beg you..."
"Beg me?" Darian's voice finally broke the silence, sending chills down Ophelia's spine.
"When you relentlessly pursued Cecily, did you think about today?"
"I... I had my reasons. You misunderstood me, I..."
Before she could finish, a gunshot echoed, cutting her off.
Ophelia's agonizing scream filled the vast space.
She collapsed, writhing in pain.
Darian remained expressionless, unmoved. "This shot is for the harm you caused my son, nearly taking his life."
"Darian..."
Another shot rang out.
"This one is for your relentless pursuit of Cecily, repeatedly framing her."
"Darian, please, I didn't..." Ophelia fell to the ground, a bullet in each shoulder, her face drained of color.
She pleaded, "Please... no more."
Another shot, this time hitting her left knee. "This one is for sending someone to kill Cecily and causing her to fall into the sea."
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