Chapter 311 I’ll Confess
"They didn't say anything, but their expressions were hostile. It appears that the young lady has somehow offended them. Supervisor, based on their demeanor, if we don't arrive promptly, Miss Cecily would be in trouble..."
Desmond thought about the injuries on her body, her identity still unclear. He couldn't let her stay in the hands of the Fitzgerald's Family.
"Bring more people, you lead the way, quickly."
"Yes."
Eliza was in pain at the moment, but she didn't shed a tear, looking stubborn, her eyes fixed on Darian.
"What do you want to do to me? I have no idea what you're talking about. The people from Bennett's Family will soon find out that I've been taken by you. They will come to rescue me soon. I advise you to let me go quickly, or it won't end well."
"Whether it ends well or not is my concern, you don't need to worry." Darian said coldly, "Bring the person in."
Larkin made a gesture, and soon the people outside dragged the frightened Ophelia in.
Ophelia was being dragged by two people, tears already streaming down her face.
Darian didn't touch Ophelia, but her three months of captivity made Ophelia terrified at the sight of such a scene.
"Darian, what are you doing? I haven't caused any trouble recently, please don't hurt me." Ophelia pleaded with a trembling voice.
Darian glanced coldly at the trembling Ophelia on the ground, and asked calmly, "Do you know her?"
Hearing Darian's calm voice, Ophelia raised her head to look at Eliza hanging there, her eyes noticing her arm, and immediately recognized her.
Ophelia's mind went blank at that moment, without thinking, she immediately shook her head and said, "I don't know her."
"Don't know her?" Darian turned to the side. "You're looking at this person's face and saying you don't know her?"
Just one sentence was enough to prove that she was lying.
Eliza gritted her teeth fiercely, wishing she could open this fool's mind and see what was inside.
Ophelia suddenly realized the problem and quickly changed her tone. "I know her, isn't she Ms. Bennett from last night? What's the meaning of bringing me to see her, Darian?"
"Cecily's mother killed my father, did she tell you that?!" Darian tapped the armrest of the chair irregularly, his expression terrifyingly cold.
Ophelia's heart trembled sharply.
Of course, she was brought here because of what transpired last night. He would inquire about it once more, indicating his belief in the situation.
Ophelia felt relieved, forgetting her current situation, and quickly said, "Darian, do you believe what I said last night?"
Darian looked at her coldly, "Yes, that's why I'm checking the truth of this matter."
"Really, everything I said is true." Ophelia urgently wanted him to believe her, and repeated it quickly.
"Is it? Then tell me, who told you about this?" Darian calmly asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
“It was..." Ophelia's voice caught in her throat. She had promised Eliza not to reveal that she was the one who mentioned it, and she still needed Eliza's assistance in dealing with Cecily. After a moment of contemplation, Ophelia held back the words she was about to reveal, avoiding eye contact, and simply stated, "Someone told me.”
Darian slightly pursed his lips, his expression even colder. "How did you know then?"
"I... I..." Ophelia was suddenly speechless.
"Can’t you say it?"
Ophelia looked ugly, unable to say a word.
Darian lost his patience, looked away directly. "Larkin, take her away, her life is not worth saving."
Upon hearing Darian's words, Ophelia's eyes widened in shock, unable to respond.
It was only when someone grabbed her arms that Ophelia immediately pleaded, "Please, Darian, I don't want to die.”
"Then tell me who told you about this." Darian narrowed his eyes at Ophelia.
Eliza, who was still hanging, was nervous, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Ophelia didn't know how to respond, and chose to remain silent.
Darian sneered. "Take her away."
"Ah! Please! Darian, please, I don't want to die, please let me go."
"Darian! Darian! Help me."
"I don't know, I really don't know anything."
"Ah! Help! I'll say, I'll say everything, it was her who told me, it was this woman who told me everything..."
Ophelia collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, crying and shouting loudly.
Eliza trembled violently and immediately responded sharply, "Don't fabricate lies out of fear. I've never met you before, so how could I have made those remarks to you?"
Just then, Darian rose to his feet and walked towards Eliza.
Eliza looked fearfully at the man who had completely lost his patience.
The chain loosened, she was let down, Darian approached, his icy hand gripping her neck.
Eliza couldn't react in time, shocked all over, staring at Darian with wide eyes, "You... "
"Tell me, is this true or false? what happened back then? what do you know? what do you really know? Speak!"
“I..." Eliza struggled as Darian choked her, feeling suffocated. She coughed violently, her face turning red, but she still refused to speak. "I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go! Help!”
Darian's dark eyes narrowed sharply, the intense anger within him almost compelling him to strangle the woman before him.
"Don't you know?"
"I swear I don't know anything at all!"
"Fine, then just die." Darian increased the pressure in his grip.
Larkin saw Darian really about to strangle Eliza, but he didn't stop him.
Now it was time to see which one this woman would choose between power, money, and her life.
There were surveillance cameras in the room. If Eliza mentioned this issue, it would essentially confirm her identity as Eliza, enabling Cecily to reclaim her own identity.
A sense of suffocation overwhelmed Eliza. She could see the murderous intent in Darian's eyes; he truly wanted to end her life.
She struggled desperately, she didn't want to die yet, she couldn't die.
Eliza made a hoarse sound, in the last few seconds before death, she couldn't hold on, and in a hoarse voice, she said, "I'll confess, I'll confess..."
At the same time, the door was suddenly pushed open.
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