Chapter 302 Blood Feud!
Upon hearing these words, Darian coldly chuckled. “Then there's no need to continue. I don't trust a single word you say.”
This sentence directly hurt Ophelia's heart, and she looked at Darian with a sad expression.
"Am I really not worth your trust?" Ophelia asked with bitterness.
"What do you think?" Darian asked coldly.
Ophelia nodded with a bitter smile.
As Darian was about to leave, Ophelia shouted from behind, "What if I told you that Cecily's mother killed your father?"
Darian's steps came to a halt.
The harsh words entered Darian's ears with clarity, making him shudder.
“Cecily's mother, Vivienne, killed your father, which has caused a deep blood feud between you and Darian. Owen has been trying to keep you two apart because of this.”
"Shut up," Darian sternly rebuked.
The extremely gloomy tone made Ophelia tremble all over.
"Darian, do you...?" Ophelia took a few steps forward, looking at Darian with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Cecily's mother killed his father?
Ridiculous.
Such a ludicrous lie could only be fabricated by them.
"My words are true. If they were false, why would I come to tell you?" Ophelia gathered courage and took a few steps forward, looking at Darian.
"Darian, Cecily's vile mother murdered your father. How can you be with the daughter of your enemy? How can you overlook the fact that she is with you, even though I have made numerous errors in the past, all motivated by love for you? While I may have made mistakes, none of them have resulted in loss of life. On the contrary, Cecily's despicable mother took the life of your father. How can you be involved with the daughter of your enemy?" Ophelia's voice quivered as she spoke, unable to resist reaching out to grasp Darian's hand.
Darian's expression was terrifyingly cold, and it was uncertain whether he believed her at that moment.
After a long silence, Darian's voice was cold and deep, "If you can't provide evidence, don't speak nonsense here, Larkin."
"Larkin," he called.
"Escort her out," Darian ordered.
Ophelia became anxious. "Darian, believe me, please believe me. I would never joke about my uncle's matter. Darian, you can't be with Cecily. She is your enemy's daughter, your enemy!"
Ophelia was dragged far away, her voice still echoing clearly in the corridor.
Darian's expression was chilling, and it was unclear whether he believed her, but Ophelia's words had indeed disturbed his mind.
When Darian returned to the room, Cecily came out of the bathroom, changed out of her gown, and put on a white nightgown.
Rowan and Griffin were in the room, with one reading a book and the other on the computer, both fully absorbed in their tasks.
Seeing Darian return, Cecily said, "You're back. There's a wine stain on your clothes. Go change first."
"Okay," Darian replied curtly with a tense expression.
Noticing Darian's mood, Cecily blinked. "What's wrong? Did Ophelia tell you something?"
Darian looked at the woman in front of him, repeating Ophelia's words at his head.
Cecily's mother killed your father!
She was the daughter of his enemy!
Blood feud!!
These piercing words echoed clearly in his mind, haunting him.
"Darian?" Cecily tilted her head, seeing Darian lost in thought, she called out to him again.
Darian snapped out of his thoughts and silently pulled her into his arms.
Cecily was taken aback by his embrace, feeling his heavy emotions.
He held her for a long time, but his mind was elsewhere.
After a while, he said, "It's nothing. You must be tired too. Go rest tonight."
He released Cecily and walked out.
Cecily was puzzled, wanting to call him back, but hesitated and watched him leave.
Rowan and Griffin ran over barefoot, Griffin looking up. "Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy? It's late; where is he going?"
Cecily wasn't sure what was wrong with Darian, but she knew he had something on his mind.
"Your Daddy might have something to do," Cecily said absentmindedly, looking towards the door.
Rowan tugged at Cecily's hand, "Mommy, Daddy seems upset. Did you two have a fight?"
Cecily knelt down, gazing at the two little ones, softly patting their heads. "No, we didn't argue. Don't worry. Are you feeling tired? I will help you bathe and tuck you in for the night, alright?”
The siblings looked toward the door, picking up on the tension between their parents. The looks on their faces indicated that something was wrong. However, Mom chose not to disclose the details to them, concerned that it would cause unnecessary worry.
"Okay," Griffin pouted, "Mommy, please don't fight with Daddy. We like it when you two are good."
Rowan nodded. "Yes, Mommy and Daddy should be good to each other, no fighting."
Cecily looked at the two sensible children, smiled with relief. "I understand. We really didn't fight."
Darian's mind was in turmoil at the moment. He didn't want Cecily to worry about anything he might reveal, so he walked out.
Hayden and Declan had successfully concluded their interaction with Owen and returned in high spirits. Pleased with their accomplishments, they decided to coax a few bottles of fine wine from Darian. Stepping out of the elevator, they spotted Darian standing alone against the wall in a white shirt, his head lowered and fingers gripping a cigarette.
The overhead light cast a chilling light on his expressionless face, exuding a terrifying coldness, yet his deep eyes held a sense of confusion.
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