Chapter 241 Burning Cecily
The weather this morning was still nice, but around two or three in the afternoon, the sky started to darken as if it was going to rain heavily.
Cecily finished work much earlier and took the two children to buy their favorite food before heading home.
Aunt Thalia Mitchell was not around, so Cecily had to do everything herself. The two little ones wanted to help, but Cecily sent them to the living room to watch cartoons instead.
"Fitzgerald's Family."
At dinner time, Mr. Fitzgerald realized that the two children had not been brought back yet, and his expression darkened slightly. "Why haven't Rowan and Griffin been brought back?"
Sandra looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's still early. I guess the kids wanted to stay with Cecily a bit longer."
"The weather forecast said it was going to rain heavily later, so it would be better to pick up the child earlier. Otherwise, it would be dangerous with the slippery roads," Mr. Fitzgerald said, preparing to step out with his cane.
Seeing Mr. Fitzgerald's intention to go himself, Sandra quickly stopped him. She couldn't let him go and risk any conflict with Cecily.
"Dad," Sandra called out to Mr. Fitzgerald, "You rest, let me go instead."
"Your legs aren't in good shape," Mr. Fitzgerald showed consideration for Sandra.
Sandra glanced at her own legs with a hint of bitterness in her eyes but quickly masked her expression. "It's all right, Dad. I have maids and bodyguards with me. You eat first. I'll go pick them up."
Mr. Fitzgerald understood her concerns; she just didn't want him to trouble Cecily.
"All right, go then. Be careful on the road. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back," Mr. Fitzgerald said.
"Okay," Sandra agreed, motioning for the maid to push her out.
Half an hour later.
The car stopped downstairs at Cecily's place, and Sandra messaged Cecily, informing her of her arrival. Cecily initially insisted on taking the child to Fitzgerald's Family herself, but since Sandra was already here, she didn't say anything further.
The maid pushed Sandra into the elevator.
Suddenly, Sandra spotted a familiar figure outside the elevator.
"Wait."
The maid extended her hand to stop the closing doors, and Sandra gestured for the maid to push her out.
Once outside, Sandra saw a woman dressed in a white gown with disheveled hair, resembling a female ghost—Ophelia.
"Ophelia? What are you doing here?" Sandra looked at Ophelia in surprise.
Ophelia slowly lifted her head, and upon seeing Sandra, her eyes lacked any light. She gave a cold smirk and said, "So it's Sandra."
Seeing Ophelia's face, Sandra's heart skipped a beat in fear.
Ophelia's face was pale, with shadows in her eyes. Wearing a white dress and messy hair, she could easily be mistaken for a ghost in the dead of night.
She also held a black leather handbag, which appeared to be bulging with some unknown contents.
Sandra clutched her chest and said in disbelief, "Why are you here? Dressing like this late at night to scare people? Hurry back to your own home."
Ophelia's face tightened as she forced a sarcastic smile. "I just wanted to see Cecily. What's the rush?"
"I'm afraid you might scare someone, and besides, it's about to rain. You better go back quickly," Sandra replied.
Sandra worried that Ophelia might cause trouble for Cecily, who lived alone.
Ophelia let out a cold laugh. She couldn't understand why even Sandra was starting to protect Cecily. Was she really that good? Why was everyone siding with her? Ophelia felt a sense of despair.
Why couldn't she accomplish what she wanted to do? And why was everyone stopping her? She truly hated it!
"Can we talk?" Ophelia suddenly spoke up.
Sandra glanced at the elevator, wanting to get rid of Ophelia as soon as possible. She nodded and said, "Sure, what do you want to talk about? I'll talk with you."
"I've just been feeling down lately. Let's find a quiet place to talk. It's not suitable to talk here," Ophelia suggested.
Sandra looked at the occasionally busy elevator entrance and agreed. She also had something to talk about with Ophelia. She didn't want Ophelia to continue bothering Darian. Some things were better said with openness.
"All right, there's a Pavilion not far from here. Let's go there to chat," Sandra proposed.
Ophelia nodded, and as a servant was about to push Sandra's wheelchair, Ophelia stopped her. "I'll push her myself. I want to talk to her alone. You guys stay out of the way."
The servant glanced at Sandra, who didn't say anything and nodded, signaling for her to step aside. The servant had no choice but to move to the side. In doing so, her thigh bumped into Ophelia's bulging bag.
The servant winced in pain and gazed at the bag on Ophelia's leg. She muttered to herself, "It's so hard. What's she carrying in there?"
Ophelia pushed Sandra outside. It was completely dark at this hour, and most people were having dinner. The streets were particularly quiet because of the impending rain.
As Ophelia pushed Sandra's wheelchair, she softly asked, "Can you tell me why everyone is siding with Cecily now? Is it because she has given birth to two children for the Fitzgerald Family?"
Sandra sighed and listened to Ophelia's seemingly fragile voice. Her tone softened a bit as she kindly advised, "Ophelia, don't bother Darian anymore. The past is the past, and none of us should dwell on it. You and Darian are not possible anymore. Let it go and live your own life," Sandra said, facing away from Ophelia, unable to see the fury in her face.
"Is that so? But everything of mine has been destroyed by your son and Cecily. How am I supposed to live a good life?" Sandra's trembling body conveyed her discontent.
Sandra was reluctant to listen to this. How could Darian and Cecily have ruined her?
"Ophelia, you can't say it like that. If it wasn't for your initial harm, why would Darian have done what he did? Do you have the audacity to blame others?" Sandra reproached in a composed voice.
"Yes, yes," Ophelia sneered coldly, murmuring to herself.
Sandra found her cold laughter somewhat terrifying. A chilling breeze, mixed with moisture, blew past her. Sandra's shoulders shrank slightly as she finally realized that the surroundings had already turned pitch black.
Ophelia pushed her wheelchair, unsure of where to go.
This area was initially a newly built, upscale neighborhood, but the buildings behind were still unoccupied, without even a streetlight.
"Ophelia."
Suddenly, Ophelia stopped in her tracks, turned the wheelchair around, and faced Sandra.
Her eyes were filled with rage as she said, "But do you know? Darian really is heartless. He tormented me for that despicable person. Do you know how I've survived these past two months?"
With no one around, Sandra began to feel anxious. Ophelia seemed somewhat insane. Sandra composed herself and tried to console her, "Ophelia, listen to me. It's too dark here. First, push me back, and we can talk about anything slowly, all right?"
"Talk slowly? Haha." Ophelia sneered coldly, spun her wheelchair around, and continued walking into the depths of darkness. "Are you afraid?"
"Ophelia, don't do anything foolish. If Darian finds out, he won't let you off," Sandra pleaded.
Ophelia suddenly used all her strength to lift the wheelchair, catching Sandra completely off guard. Sandra screamed as she fell forward.
Ophelia kicked the wheelchair away and slowly approached Sandra in what seemed like madness.
Sandra, in a disheveled state, crawled forward desperately.
"Don't come any closer, Ophelia! What are you trying to do?"
Ophelia grabbed Sandra's hair forcefully. "So, you do know fear? If you knew fear, why did you still try to help Cecily keep me away? Are you trying to die in place of Cecily?"
"No, no, you crazy person! Help, help!" Sandra cried for help.
Ophelia burst out laughing and approached Sandra step by step, picking up a stone from the side.
"Have a good sleep, just sleep," she said.
After saying that, with a scream, Ophelia fiercely smashed the stone, directly knocking Sandra unconscious.
Sandra struggled for a moment, then fainted.
Ophelia coldly looked at her but did not kill her.
Her target today was Cecily. She wanted to burn Cecily to death.
No one could stop her.
Ophelia left Sandra here and walked out, turning the corner.
She bumped into someone head-on. Ophelia looked up and saw a delicate face under a black baseball cap.
That was her target tonight, Cecily!
Cecily!
"Cecily, you bitch, I found you," Ophelia roared, taking out gasoline that she had prepared in advance from her bag and pouring it all over Cecily while she was defenseless.
As she poured, she crazily shouted, "Die, you bitch, die! I want to burn you to death."
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