Chapter 298 Are You Doing All This Just to Avenge Him?
Eliza, in pain, threw herself toward the front of the car.
"Bitch, why are you so lucky?"
Ophelia was out of her mind. At this moment she once again wielded the knife toward Eliza, determined to kill her today.
Eliza saw the person behind her through the car's window. Ignoring the pain in her back, she dodged Ophelia's attack.
Ophelia's knife pierced the car when she saw Eliza attempting to flee. Pausing briefly, she stabbed at her once more.
“Where do you think you're going, bitch? You've caused me so much pain. Why did you choose Darian and become Ms. Bennett? Why does everything good happen to you? I have to end you," Ophelia yelled.
Eliza's back throbbed with agony as she felt the blood pouring from her wound. She took a few unsteady steps forward, tripping over her skirt and falling heavily to the ground.
Seeing an opportunity, Ophelia stabbed at Eliza with the knife.
"Ophelia! I'm not Cecily, you've got the wrong person!" Eliza shouted hastily. At the moment before the knife struck, Ophelia paused.
Eliza quickly said, "I'm not Cecily. Cecily is my enemy too."
Ophelia squinted her eyes fiercely, seeming skeptical.
"You should have been at the banquet too." Eliza immediately raised her hand, showing Ophelia the scar on her hand. "See, I am the Eliza they talk about. I'm not Cecily, you crazy woman, you've got the wrong person."
Eliza was furious. This idiot kept confusing her with Cecily, nearly burning her to death last time, and now almost stabbing her.
Feeling the intense pain spreading across her back, Eliza looked pale.
Ophelia frowned, seeming to calm down a bit. "Are you really not Cecily?"
"No!" Eliza shouted, "Let go of me. If you kill me, Cecily will immediately become Ms. Bennett, no one would be able to stop her. If that's what you want, then go ahead."
After gazing at Eliza for a moment, Ophelia released her grip, straightened up, clenching the bloodied dagger, prepared to depart and resume her search for the actual Cecily.
"Stop!" Eliza called out to her.
"You fool, do you think you can fight Cecily with just that knife? Darian and bodyguards were on her side; it's useless for you to go."
Ophelia's steps came to an abrupt halt.
Eliza took several deep breaths to suppress the anger simmering within her. "Come here," she commanded.
Ophelia narrowed her eyes. "For what?"
"Help me up." Eliza snapped, her voice filled with fury.
By now, Eliza had regained her composure. She had considered telling Darian the truth directly, but that would mean exposing her identity, and there was no guarantee that Darian would believe her.
It was certainly not a wise move.
Instead of being believed, she would be admitting her identity, effectively delivering evidence right to the doorstep.
Eliza clenched her teeth and with an icy, piercing stare fixed on Ophelia, she demanded, "Come here and help me up. If you still want Cecily dead, you'll need my help. Do you think you can harm her one bit on your own?"
With Ophelia's lack of wits, she wouldn't be able to touch Cecily in the slightest.
Ophelia frowned, after a moment of hesitation, reluctantly went over to help Eliza up.
As Eliza was pulled up, her wound throbbed painfully, twisting her expression into one of anguish. Standing upright, sheer anger surged within her. She slapped Ophelia across the face.
Ophelia's cheek stung suddenly, and she glared at Eliza with fierce eyes. "You?!"
Eliza raised her chin defiantly. "That slap serves you right. Next time, make sure you know who you're targeting, you fool."
The knife wound had inflicted excruciating pain on Eliza. If Ophelia weren’t useful, tonight's retribution wouldn't have stopped at a mere slap.
Likewise, Ophelia was hot-tempered; her face flushed with rage as she raised her hand to retaliate.
Eliza's gaze sharpened. "Strike me, and I will make you pay dearly," she warned in a cold tone.
Ophelia's hand trembled slightly, clearly taken aback by Eliza's intimidating tone and gaze.
After a few moments of hesitation, she begrudgingly lowered her hand and stared at Eliza's face before sneering. "I never expected anyone would get plastic surgery to look like someone else."
"So what? That face is worth something," Eliza retorted. "As the heiress of the Bennett family, if Cecily returns and claims her title, you'll be filled with envy and hatred, won't you?"
Ophelia bit down hard on her molars, a flash of malice flickering in her eyes.
Cecily as Ms. Bennett? How presumptuous!
Eliza could see from Ophelia’s eyes that she harbored intense hatred for Cecily. Moreover, her emotional instability made her unpredictable—such a person, if properly used, could be a formidable weapon.
Eliza smirked inwardly. "I know you hate Cecily. So do I."
"Why do you hate her?" Ophelia asked, furrowing her brow.
Barely able to maintain her stability, Eliza took a few steps closer to Ophelia and said coldly, "Because her mother, Vivienne, killed my foster father."
Ophelia's eyes widened in shock.
Eliza’s foster father was also Darian's father, Patrick!
"Are you saying that Cecily's mother killed Darian's
"That's right."
Ophelia grabbed Eliza's arm tightly. "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. That’s why I had plastic surgery to look like Cecily, to infiltrate the Bennett family and get close to Vivienne. Unfortunately, I haven't found her yet, so I have to stay in the family for now."
"So everything you’ve done is to avenge Darian’s father?"
Eliza nodded. "Yes."
"Does Darian know that Cecily's mother killed his father?"
"He doesn't know yet. Owen decided to keep it a secret."
Upon hearing this, Ophelia's eyes lit up, and she burst into laughter. "No wonder Darian and Cecily are still together. If he knew that her mother is the murderer, he would never stay with her. This is perfect."
Ophelia was ecstatic about the revelation.
Eliza stepped closer to Ophelia. "Exactly. Once Darian knows that Cecily's mother killed his father, he will never stay with her. But I promised Owen not to tell him."
"You promised Owen, but I didn't. If you won't tell him, I will." Ophelia's eyes gleamed with excitement.
She had had no means to separate them before, but now an opportunity presented itself.
With this revelation, she was convinced Darian would never stay with Cecily.
She wanted Darian to hate Cecily, loathe her with every fiber of his being.
Seeing the determination and resolve in Ophelia's eyes, Eliza smiled. It seemed like tolerating the stab was worth it.
At the very least, she could use this fool to reveal the truth to Darian.
Though Darian might not believe it outright, it would undoubtedly sow discord between him and Cecily. A rift meant he wouldn’t support her as much as he did now.
Without Darian's support, Cecily would be much easier to deal with.
Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was overheard by Bradley, who had stepped out to see off the Fitzgerald family.
Shocked, Bradley hurried back to find Hunter.
After hearing Bradley's account, Hunter stood up in disbelief. "Is that true?"
Bradley nodded. "Absolutely. I heard it all clearly. That 'Cecily' admitted she’s Eliza and that she had plastic surgery to look like Cecily to infiltrate the Bennett family and avenge the death of Patrick, whom she claims Vivienne killed."
Hunter was astonished. "So our suspicions were correct. This Cecily is the false one, just as Mrs. Fitzgerald suspected. She’s indeed Eliza?!"
"Precisely. Should we inform the authorities?"
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