Chapter 329 Vivienne Returned
Eliza thought for a moment and had to answer, "Okay, I understand. It's late today, and the earliest I can get there is tomorrow morning."
"All right."
Desmond hung up the phone.
A wave of unease surged through Eliza's heart.
The Bennett family wanted her to return at this time without telling her what was going on, which was not a good sign.
Did Darian see the video and send it to the Bennett family?
But Darian should be aware of Cecily's current situation and should understand that once the video is sent to the Bennett family, Cecily would lose her bargaining chip and be in danger.
So, as long as he cared enough about Cecily, he wouldn't dare to take such a risk.
That meant it wasn't about the video. Then what was it?
Eliza racked her brain but couldn't think of anything else that would make Desmond so serious about having her go to the Bennett family.
Matthias then asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"
"The Bennett family wants me to go there," Eliza squinted her eyes and said, "You all continue to search for Cecily. If you find her and I haven't contacted you by this time tomorrow night, it means something has happened to me. Don't hesitate, just kill Cecily. If they want to kill me, she has to go to hell with me."
Matthias hesitated, "Miss, will it be that serious?"
Eliza's eyes darkened, "I don't know, but we must prepare for the worst."
At this moment, in the solemn hall of the Bennett family, a dignified and elegant woman sat expressionlessly in the main seat.
Below her, led by Desmond, the three elders stood in front of the woman, their eyes still filled with excitement.
"Vivienne, I have contacted them, but one of them is temporarily unreachable. I will try again later. If all goes well, you will see them tomorrow morning."
Vivienne nodded. She had seen online claims that they were Cecily, so she wasn't surprised.
"Did you tell her that I have returned?"
"No, I didn't."
Vivienne's wise eyes narrowed, and she nodded, "You did well."
Catching them off guard would leave the impostor Cecily with nowhere to hide.
Vivienne continued to instruct, "Also, besides you, don't tell anyone else in the Bennett family that I have returned."
They nodded in unison, "Understood."
"Are you done talking?" A deep and powerful voice sounded. Bryan walked forward, looking at Vivienne with a pair of deep eyes filled with gentleness but also a hint of dominance.
Vivienne glanced at him, "Why are you in such a hurry? You finally let me come back, and now you want to control even my words?"
Bryan's expression didn't change despite Vivienne's cold attitude, "Of course, you can talk. I'm just worried about your health."
Vivienne had finished her instructions, waved her hand, stood up, ignored him, and went straight upstairs.
Bryan followed, only to be shut out by her.
"Sister, are you okay?" Vincent looked at Cecily and asked. Eliza's people hadn't found them and had gone elsewhere. Hearing the gradually distant footsteps, they could finally speak.
Cecily nodded, "I'm fine. What about you? Are you hurt? Is it serious?"
"I'm not hurt."
"I'm blind, but my sense of smell is still sharp. Do you think you can fool me?"
"Don't say such unlucky things. Your condition must be temporary. Once we get out and find a hospital, the doctors will fix your eyes."
Cecily's eyes lowered, her voice carrying a bit of unease, "I hope so."
She hoped it was just temporary and not too serious.
Vincent looked around, "We need to find a way out first. You sit here; I'll go check."
"Don't go too far." Cecily still couldn't adapt to the feeling of blindness. The unknown environment, combined with her blindness, amplified her inner fear.
"I understand. I won't go far."
Vincent went to check and came back with a more serious expression. Hearing him return, Cecily asked, "How is it?"
Vincent said, "There are two tricky things. Do you want to hear them?"
Cecily thought nothing could be worse than her blindness, his injury, being hunted, having no communication tools, and being lost in the deep forest.
"Don't hesitate, just say it."
"We fell into a pit."
"This pit is quite deep, and the surrounding soil is loose."
Cecily frowned.
"We can't climb up for now."
Stunned, Cecily tugged at her lips. She thought nothing could be worse than her blindness, his injury, being hunted, having no communication tools, being lost in the deep forest, and now falling into a deep pit.
She blinked, "What's the other thing?"
"I just saw lightning. It looks like it's going to rain."
"At night, the temperature will drop to one or two degrees. We'll be very cold."
"And I estimate there are wild animals around here."
Cecily's lips twitched slightly, and in an instant, her remaining optimism vanished.
"Sister..."
A thunderclap sounded.
Cecily shivered.
They both looked up, and raindrops fell without warning. At first, it was a drizzle, then a torrential downpour.
Cecily felt very depressed, lowered her eyes, and tugged at her lips.
"It's okay, sister. At least we're still alive, right?"
Cecily smiled first, "I should think that way."
She should be more optimistic. At least they were still alive.
That night was tough for them, and outside, Darian never stopped searching for Cecily.
The place Eliza chose to hide must be extremely secretive, and such aimless searching was not a solution.
Darian had a headache. He closed his eyes and calmed down to think.
Larkin came to his side, "Boss, there's a call from the old house. Owen was very upset yesterday and called the family doctor. Cressida asked you to go back."
Darian frowned, "They can call more doctors to take care of him. I'm not a doctor; going back won't help."
Larkin also thought so. It seemed Owen just wanted an excuse to get Darian back to the Fitzgerald family's old house.
At this moment, a helicopter slowly descended. Before it fully landed, Blaise jumped down from it.
Darian's eyes fell on him. Both of them had a heavy aura.
They looked at each other expressionlessly.
Blaise, in a dark trench coat, said coldly, "Stop searching. You'll never find her if you keep looking here."
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