Chapter 245 Distinguishing the Real Cecily
"Where are you going?" Darian walked out in large strides. Mr. Fitzgerald angrily questioned from behind.
Darian didn't answer and left immediately.
Larkin glanced at Mr. Fitzgerald, afraid that he would faint from anger.
"Boss."
Larkin quickly caught up.
Darian entered the elevator. "Speak."
Larkin hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Ophelia may not be lying this time."
Darian coldly looked at him, "Are you suspecting Cecily?"
"I don't mean that. I mean Ophelia is lying now, but it doesn't make sense for her. She should also know about Mrs. Watson's situation. When Mrs. Watson wakes up, her lies won't be able to be hidden."
Darian frowned. This was indeed a suspicious point.
Although Ophelia often did foolish things, she wouldn't be foolish enough to lie, knowing that Sandra would wake up in front of everyone.
Unless she really saw something.
"And Boss, someone came to report just now, saying that when Ophelia saw Mrs. Watson, she was also knocked unconscious, and Cecily's fingerprints were found on the knife that hurt Mrs. Watson."
Darian's gaze sharpened, and his brow furrowed. After a few seconds, he said, "She has no reason to do that. When she was talking to me on the phone, she wanted to save someone. The fingerprints were left when she was saving someone."
Hearing this, Larkin couldn't help but start to wonder. Ophelia wasn't lying. Cecily didn't harm anyone, so who was the one who harmed Mrs. Watson?
"Ophelia may not be telling the truth either. We'll make a judgment after Mrs. Watson wakes up. Have someone keep an eye on the hospital, making sure Mrs. Watson's safety is guaranteed."
"All right, but Cecily's whereabouts are still unknown. The people who took Cecily away are probably very familiar with that neighborhood. When we arrived, they left no traces."
Darian clenched his fists, his emotions surging.
Ophelia was knocked unconscious, Cecily was taken away, and the kidnapping had nothing to do with Ophelia. This means there's another group of people targeting Cecily. Who are they?
Excluding Ophelia and Mr. Fitzgerald, who else would go after Cecily?
Darian's blue eyes narrowed.
Was it the mysterious person who poisoned Cecily?
Cecily was locked in a room. She opened her eyes when the surroundings were completely quiet. Her hands were tied, and she struggled to sit up.
The room had four white walls and no windows. The surveillance camera on the ceiling looked like an eye facing her direction.
It wouldn't be so easy for her to run out.
Cecily gritted her teeth and struggled against the tight restraints, but her efforts were in vain.
Cecily composed herself and looked at the iron gate, where two or three people were standing guard outside.
Cecily furrowed her brow, focused her thoughts, and pondered the whole situation.
When Sandra saw her, her expression was completely off, filled with fear. Why was she scared of Cecily?
Cecily had come to rescue her, and Sandra should have sought help when she saw her. Instead, Sandra tried to resist and push her away, a subconscious act of self defense when facing danger.
Someone had hurt Sandra, causing her to fear and knock out Ophelia. These crucial pieces of information raced through Cecily's mind.
Cecily suddenly thought of the video Darian had shown her, featuring someone who looked exactly like her, framing her and putting the blame on her for harming Ophelia's child.
Could it be the same in this situation? Did the person, using her face, harm Sandra and thus induce fear in her?
Cecily's eyes flickered with understanding.
Yes, now everything made sense.
This person had kidnapped her and trapped her here, and at this moment, everyone outside probably saw her as the culprit.
Cecily couldn't comprehend why this person did all of this. Was it merely to frame her?
She couldn't currently figure out the person's motives.
After another half hour passed, Cecily decided she couldn't sit idly by and wait for her fate.
She needed to find a way to escape. She had a feeling that this person had done so much more and wanted something beyond simply framing her.
Cecily clenched her back teeth, glanced at the people at the door, and in the next second, her expression changed. She suddenly leaned forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and a painful expression appeared on her face.
Then, she collapsed onto the ground, uncontrollably convulsing.
The people outside heard the commotion and looked over.
Cecily writhed in pain on the ground.
"What's going on?" Two guards frowned as they looked at Cecily's agonizing struggles on the ground.
One of them intended to enter and check, but the other stopped him. "What are you doing?"
"She doesn't look right like this."
"That's none of your business."
The person who was about to enter hesitated for a moment, looked at Cecily lying motionless on the ground, and quickly said, "Miss said she can't die yet. If anything happens, we can't bear the consequences alone."
"But what if she's faking it? Miss said Cecily isn't so easily controlled."
The person stared at Cecily for a few seconds and then said, "What's there to fear? Her hands are bound, and she can't defeat us. Besides, it doesn't seem like she's faking it."
The man opened the door and was about to bend down to check on Cecily's condition when, at that moment, Cecily opened her eyes. The man's leg was suddenly hit hard, causing him to fall backward onto the ground.
Without wasting a second, Cecily seized the opportunity and pulled out the dagger from the man's waist. She plunged it into his shoulder with one swift motion.
"Fuck!"
The man outside realized he had been deceived and cursed, preparing to rush in.
Cecily acted quickly, changing the direction of the dagger and using it to cut the ropes around her hands. As the man reached for her, she tightly gripped the dagger, exerted force with her wrist, and sent the dagger flying into the man's body.
In less than a minute, both of these men had lost their ability to resist.
Cecily wiped the blood off her lips, bent down to collect their weapons, and put them in her pocket. She took a quick glance at the surveillance cameras before swiftly running outside.
At that moment, as she turned a corner, she collided head-on with a patrolling man. Cecily's heart skipped a beat, but without hesitation, she swiftly struck the man's neck with her hand, causing him to fall to the ground.
In order to avoid making any noise, Cecily supported him with both hands.
"Fuck!"
This guy was really heavy!
Cecily struggled to support this big guy with her small build.
After gently laying the man down, Cecily wiped her forehead. It seemed like she really needed to work on her physical training.
Cecily continued along the corridor toward the exit. The route was not complicated, and she easily found the stairs. Her heart was pounding like a drum at that moment.
She didn't know what was happening outside, so Cecily had to take it step by step.
She tightly held her weapon and continued forward until she reached the staircase. Only then did she realize that the place she had just been in was the basement.
She remained vigilant, paying attention to her surroundings as she walked along the corridor.
"Who's there?"
Suddenly, someone behind her sternly shouted.
Cecily's back stiffened at the sound, and her breathing became heavy.
"Turn around."
Cecily could tell from the sound of footsteps that there were many people. She could handle one or two, but if there were too many, she would be unable to cope.
Feeling a sense of unease, she could only adapt to the situation and turn around to face them.
The imagined worst-case scenario did not occur. Those few people looked at her and momentarily hesitated as if trying to recognize something.
Cecily furrowed her brow, thinking about the resemblance between them and that man. Her expression turned cold, and she discreetly hid the dagger behind her waist. She scolded the hesitating individuals, "What are you looking at?"
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