Chapter 232 Rescuing Ophelia
Cecily's eyebrows twitched. "A leather suitcase? I haven't seen it."
Mrs. Watson stared into Cecily's eyes, trying to determine if she was telling the truth. "Cecily, are you sure you haven't seen it?"
"No, I haven't," Cecily firmly shook her head. Everything her mother had left for her was at the Watson Family. At that time, she was just a teenager and completely defenseless. There was no way she could have outsmarted the cunning Raphael and Liora. Nothing had ended up in her hands.
Mrs. Watson's expression changed, and she sighed. "That's strange."
"What was inside the suitcase? Was it important?" Cecily asked.
Mrs. Watson shook her head. "I'm not sure either. I just suddenly remembered and wanted to ask you."
Cecily pursed her lips and nodded thoughtfully.
She didn't know how many things her mother had left behind back then, but the people at Watson's Family were extremely protective of them.
As for the leather suitcase Mrs. Watson mentioned, if it wasn't with them or with her, then her mother must have hidden it somewhere. But what could possibly be inside?
Cecily silently pondered over this matter, keeping it in her heart.
As she left Watson's Family, she coincidentally ran into Raphael and Liora, who were returning from outside. Raphael still had that look in his eyes like she was an enemy.
Cecily suddenly found it amusing. Sometimes, she truly wondered if she was really Raphael's biological daughter.
If she was his biological daughter, why would he treat her and Elysia so differently?
The previous Cecily would have questioned herself if she had done something wrong.
But now, she wouldn't because, in his eyes, everything she did was wrong.
Cecily snapped back to reality and realized they had already gotten into the car and were driving to the company.
She was busy at the company all day and returned home around 5:00, only to see Sandra waiting at her doorstep.
"Mrs. Sandra?" Cecily was slightly surprised.
Sandra nodded. "Welcome back."
"How did you come here?" Cecily walked over and opened the door. It seemed that Sandra had been waiting at the door for a while.
"I knew you had returned safely, so I came to see you."
Cecily didn't believe Sandra's words. Her relationship with Sandra wasn't good enough for her to come just for that reason. She must have another motive.
"Can we talk inside?"
"Sure." Cecily nodded and walked behind Sandra, pushing her wheelchair into the house.
Then she went to get some ice water for Sandra.
"Cecily, don't worry about that for now. Just sit down first," Sandra said calmly and gently.
Knowing that Sandra had something to say, Cecily sat down on the sofa beside her and said, "Just tell me what you want to say."
Sandra looked at Cecily with a tinge of guilt in her eyes. "I want to apologize for what happened before. It was my fault for not seeing through Ophelia's true nature, which caused you and the two children to suffer."
Cecily frowned but didn't say anything.
Taking a deep breath, Sandra spoke solemnly, "Cecily, if it weren't for Ophelia causing trouble for you back then, our family could have been very happy."
Cecily's face remained expressionless as Sandra spoke. She didn't show much emotional reaction to Sandra's words.
"That's all in the past, Aunt. It's useless to dwell on these things. You didn't come here to talk about this, did you? Why don't you just say what you want?"
Hearing her words, Sandra stopped beating around the bush.
She picked up a bag beside her and placed it in front of Cecily.
"What is this?"
"Open it and see." Sandra handed Cecily a thick notebook.
Cecily opened it hesitantly and immediately recognized Darian's handwriting. It was related to prayers.
Sandra's lips twitched with a touch of bitterness. "Yes."
"Darian wrote all of these. He originally didn't believe in this, but because of you, every night when he couldn't sleep, he would kneel before Jesus and pray. There are a total of 248 pages, and he persisted for 62 days."
Cecily looked at the thick book, neatly filled with Darian's handwriting, and her heart stirred.
She didn't know whether Darian believed in God or not, but it was true that he wrote, prayed, confessed, blamed himself, and felt uneasy.
As she looked at the handwriting on the pages, Cecily felt as if she could see the man who lowered his head and diligently wrote every word.
"Darian was sorry before. During the days you were missing, he lived in pain every day. His sleep disorder worsened to the point where he couldn't sleep without medication. The doctors couldn't do anything about it. Last night, I even heard him say he wanted to die. Cecily, can you save him? Please, I'm begging you. Can you do it?"
Cecily blinked her eyes and said, "To be honest with you, I have already discussed this matter with him. However, I have my demands, and he has his demands, and we haven't reached a consensus."
"Are you trying to bring the child back to your side?"
Cecily nodded without denying it. "Yes."
"But Darian's refusal is also to protect you. Mr. Fitzgerald will not allow you to keep the child, and he doesn't even want you to see the child again," Sandra told Cecily the truth.
"But don't worry, Darian is protecting you. He won't let you be separated from the child, but keeping the child with you is not possible."
Sandra leaned in, her slightly cold hand holding Cecily's hand. "Cecily, no matter what, you and Darian have been married for so many years. He is still the child's father. Please, save him, okay?"
Sandra's face was filled with pleading. It was obvious that she was at her wit's end, fearing that Darian's health would really collapse like this.
Cecily fingered the notes in her hand, contemplating for a moment. "Okay, I will go and treat him."
Seeing Cecily relent, Sandra's face brightened.
"But you can't stop me from seeing my child."
"You don't have to worry about that. You can come to Fitzgerald's Family anytime you want to see your child. How about going with me to Fitzgerald's Family now?"
"Right now?" Cecily looked at the time. It was almost dinner time. "I'll go later."
"You should come with me now. Let's have dinner at Fitzgerald's Family tonight."
"That's not appropriate," Cecily refused.
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Fitzgerald's Family won't miss one meal because of you. Come on, Rowan and Griffin have already gone home. They will be thrilled to see you." Sandra held Cecily's hand tightly, afraid that Cecily might change her mind.
When they arrived at Fitzgerald's Family, the sky had gradually darkened. Just as Sandra and Cecily got out of the car, they noticed someone lying on a stretcher being carried out by Fitzgerald's Family.
At first, Cecily didn't recognize who it was, but upon closer inspection, she realized that the person with a face covered in hair, looking disheveled, was Ophelia.
As they passed by Cecily, a strong, unpleasant odor hit them. It was a combination of blood and sweat, a smell that had accumulated from not being cleaned for a long time.
And that smell, was coming from Ophelia.
Ophelia was awake now and saw Cecily, her malicious gaze fixed on her like a venomous snake.
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