Chapter 234 Disgust Should Also Disgust Them to Death
Tabitha looked at Ophelia in this state, feeling both heartbroken and helpless. "You can leave for now," she dismissed the maid.
The maid covered her face and walked out, sobbing.
Trembling, Tabitha looked at Ophelia's shoulders, where the scabs had already formed, and it was hard to imagine just how much she had suffered.
"Mom, do you know? Darian locked me in a silver iron room, and all I faced every day were the cold walls."
For these two months, Darian did not physically torture Ophelia, but psychologically. In the silver metal room, there was nothing but a table and a bed, empty and with even echoes when walking.
She had stayed in this room for 1,488 hours, oblivious to day or night, and had no idea how much time had passed.
Darian only sent doctors to treat her wounds, but they weren't allowed to administer anesthesia. Food would be delivered daily, but besides that, she couldn't bathe and had no clean clothes. The dried blood and sticky sweat clung to her, making her extremely uncomfortable and wanting to go insane.
Days like these made her even want to die directly, but he provided her with the best medicine.
Yes, he was hanging her life by a thread, without freedom, without dignity, and not even the right to die.
As time went on, the cage felt suffocating, enough to torture a person to the point of breaking down.
Darian hated her like this, torturing her for Cecily.
"Hahaha," Ophelia held her head, laughing manically, sending shivers down anyone's spine.
"Mom, for these two months, I've wanted to end my life at every moment. Do you know that feeling? I really want to die."
Tabitha felt an immense pain in her heart and hugged Ophelia. "Ophelia, it's alright. It's all in the past now. We won't fight with them anymore; we'll live a good life. You are still the esteemed miss of Flore's Family. It will be okay."
Tabitha didn't want to fight anymore. If Cecily survived that, they couldn't fight them either.
Moreover, Darian already knew everything that happened before, and he despised them. There was no way he would marry Ophelia.
It seemed hopeless for Ophelia to marry into Fitzgerald's Family.
Tabitha unknowingly hit a sensitive nerve in Ophelia with her words, and Ophelia turned her crimson gaze towards her.
Tabitha was even startled by her gaze.
"Ophelia?"
"Why? What's past? Nothing has passed, nothing at all. I've been tortured to this state, and you say it's all in the past? Impossible. If I can't kill Cecily, I'll make both of them miserable. I won't live a good life, and neither will Darian and Cecily."
Ophelia's scarred hand tightly gripped the bathtub wall, and a tidal wave of hatred filled her eyes.
"Ophelia, let's just let this go, okay? There's nothing more important than you yourself."
"You're right. There's nothing more important than myself. I used to love Darian, but not anymore. Let them try to be together again. It's impossible! I won't bother them, but I absolutely despise them."
"What else do you want to do?"
Tabitha furrowed her eyebrows. She did not want Ophelia to do anything foolish.
But evidently, after going through two months of torment, Ophelia did not become more reserved or low-key. Instead, her hatred grew stronger. She used to only hate Cecily, but now she also hated Darian.
"Go find a doctor, Mom. Go find a beautician. I want to recover and be in the best state possible quickly."
"Ophelia?"
"Just go!"
Ophelia roared.
Darian returned home, and the butler naturally took his coat. Darian changed his shoes and noticed a small pair of Cecily's shoes still on the shoe cabinet.
"Is there a guest?"
The butler answered, "Cecily is here. Mrs. Watson personally went to pick her up. They are currently in the children's room."
Darian's eyes flickered, a hidden surprise concealed beneath his ever-changing expression.
"Understood."
Darian loosened his tie and, instead of going straight to the study like he usually did, he went to his children's room.
The door was slightly ajar, and Darian gently pushed it open. He saw Cecily sitting on a blanket with the two children, playing with Lego. Cecily was sitting sideways, her slender waist wrapped in a form-fitting sweater dress outlining graceful curves.
Her hair was up, exposing her fair and delicate neck. With her delicate profile and a slight upturn of her mouth, her smile was bright and captivating. The bright light shone down, illuminating Cecily. Darian's breathing slowed down, afraid of disrupting this warm and peaceful scene.
Darian's heart trembled slightly, becoming a little intoxicated with this cozy picture.
Everything appeared tranquil and perfect.
If it could always be like this, how wonderful it would be.
"Daddy!" Griffin was the first to notice Darian entering.
Upon hearing this, Cecily sat up and looked at him. Their eyes met, causing Cecily's eyelashes to flutter. For a moment, she couldn't find the right words to say, but then she said, "You're back."
As the words left her mouth, Cecily felt that something was off. It sounded like something a wife would say to her husband, who just returned home.
"Yes, there was a problem with a project at work today, so I had to handle it. It delayed me for a bit."
Darian didn't feel anything wrong, his voice tinged with a slight smile as he naturally explained to Cecily why he came back late.
Cecily blinked, understanding his explanation, and nodded her head.
"Mrs. Sandra came to see me to give you treatment."
Darian walked over and pulled out a chair, bending down to sit beside them. "Did you agree?"
"I don't want the child to be without a father."
Darian chuckled softly. "I thank you on behalf of the children."
During dinner, the seat beside Darian was naturally left empty.
It was reserved for Cecily.
Cecily hesitated for a moment, but it was just a seat, so she naturally walked over and sat down.
Mr. Fitzgerald sat in the main seat, glanced at Cecily, and wanted to say something. But Darian's gaze shifted towards Mr. Fitzgerald, causing him to furrow his brows. He felt displeased but didn't say anything more.
The dinner went smoothly.
After dinner, Cecily carried her medicine box and followed Darian upstairs for treatment.
When Cecily's delicate fingers gently touched Darian's head, he felt a wave of comfort and slowly closed his eyes. Cecily liked to focus on her treatments and didn't like to talk. The room was very peaceful, with occasional faint sounds.
After the treatment, Darian felt that the fog in his mind had dissipated, and his mental state had improved significantly.
Cecily silently tidied up the things on the table.
When she finished, she said, "Later, I will prepare some medicine for you as an adjunct treatment. You must drink it every day."
"Okay."
"Do you have something on your mind?" Darian suddenly asked.
Cecily turned around and met Darian's gaze. She was intrigued by the matter of the crystal pendant; her intuition told her that it was important.
"I went to Watson's Family today."
"Did they upset you?"
"Not really. I just haven't figured out some things."
Why did Cecily look exactly like her? Were they twin sisters, or did she undergo plastic surgery later on?
If it was plastic surgery, what was her purpose? It couldn't just be to frame her for Ophelia's deeds.
Cecily doubted Mrs. Watson's claim that she had lost the crystal pendant her mother had left for her. She couldn't think of a reason why Mrs. Watson would lie to her about it.
And what about the mention of the suitcase that Mrs. Watson casually brought up? What was inside the suitcase?
I don't know if Cecily misunderstood, but at that time, there was a subtle greed in Mrs. Watson's eyes that was difficult to detect.
She rubbed her temples. These were things from several years ago, distant memories. She hadn't noticed them before, but now they suddenly resurfaced, making it difficult for her to untangle everything at once.
At first glance, these things seemed unrelated, but upon closer inspection, she felt they were intricately connected.
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