Chapter 319 Whose Life is More Important in the Face of Life and Death
“Yes.” Vincent furrowed his brows tightly, a sharp pain piercing through his brain, causing him immense suffering.
He hadn't planned on telling Cecily because he knew she would worry if she found out. Besides, no one else could cure this poison; only Eliza had the antidote to suppress it.
Cecily's brows knitted together. She wasn't very knowledgeable about poisons and antidotes. The last time she was poisoned, Blaise had Elder help her. Cecily looked at Vincent, “Can you still stand?”
“Yes, what do you want to do?”
“I'll take you to find someone to detoxify you.”
Vincent pushed himself off the ground and stood up, “It's useless. I don't have time.”
“What do you mean?” Cecily grew more worried.
Vincent gave a bitter smile, “Sister, the poison Eliza made isn't easy to cure. It's a chronic poison that has penetrated my bones and can only be suppressed with her antidote.”
“So the frequent memory loss you mentioned is also because of this poison?”
“Yes.”
“In that case, how do you always remember to come find me?”
Vincent hesitated for a moment, then raised his arm, revealing a sturdy forearm.
Cecily's pupils contracted. His arm was covered with crisscrossing scars, and upon closer inspection, the scars formed the words—Find Cecily.
“You carved this into your arm yourself.” Cecily was shocked.
“I was afraid I'd forget. At the time, I had no other choice but to use this crude method. Unfortunately, by the time I realized I would lose my memory, I couldn't remember who sent me to protect you.”
Cecily's brows furrowed tighter. She didn't know what to say. It must have hurt a lot. The scars had already healed and faded, indicating it was a long time ago.
“How long were you trapped by her?”
“I don't remember. It seems like a long time.”
Vincent leaned against the wall to rest for a while, seeming to recover. His tone regained some of its mischievousness, “But fortunately, I didn't find the wrong person in the end, don't you think?”
Cecily couldn't be as nonchalant as he was and couldn't smile, “Anyway, let me find someone to take a look at you first.”
“You're not going in?”
“No.”
Cecily no longer felt like having fun. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Darian, saying she was going back first.
In the private room, Darian sat in the main seat they had left for him, glanced at his phone, and immediately stood up.
Hayden had just finished a glass of wine. Seeing Darian's stance to leave, he quickly spoke up to stop him, “Darian, are you leaving? Stay a bit longer. Where's Cecily? Why hasn't she come yet?”
The man with long legs crossed beside him also looked up. The man wore a dark shirt with a half-open collar, and a prominent scar on his sharp brow added a few more obvious hints of ferocity to his face, “Darian, are you leaving already?”
“You guys have fun.” Darian didn't stay despite anyone's attempts to stop him and walked out of the private room.
Nathaniel looked at Hayden, curled his lips, and asked, “Who's Cecily? His girlfriend?”
“You don't know Cecily? She's Cecily, Darian's wife.”
Hayden said, and Declan put down his wine glass to correct him, “She's his ex-wife.”
Hayden curled his lips, “They'll get back together sooner or later.”
“Cecily.” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, “Sounds like a familiar name.” She seemed to be a good friend of a woman who often caused trouble for others.
Cecily took Vincent outside and then called Blaise. She wanted to find Elder to help Vincent, but she didn't have Elder's contact information, so she had to ask Blaise for help.
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