Chapter 33
Why would he stop his treatment halfway? Was he taking his health as some sort of joke?
"Um... well..."
Larkin couldn't figure out what was going through Darian's head.
Darian's mood was always unpredictable, especially after hearing about Cecily’s supposed passing years ago — he'd become even more mercurial.
After all these years, Larkin had grown used to it. "Miss Cecily, I'm not quite sure myself. Maybe Mr. Fitzgerald is just in a foul mood today. When he perks up, perhaps he'll let you continue your treatments."
Cecily’s mouth twisted wryly.
Let her treat him?
Wasn't he the one who came begging her for help?
How had it suddenly become as though she was the one insisting on treating him?
Cecily was speechless.
All she wanted was to see that child. Why was it proving to be so difficult?
"Please, Miss Cecily, head back," Larkin said before turning and walking away.
Cecily looked up at the full-length window and threw a few mock punches at it.
‘Darian, just you wait. You'll be begging me for help, and unless you offer me a unicorn, don’t expect me to treat you again.’
As for seeing that kid, she refused to believe there wasn't any other way for her to see him.
She was certain that the child left the house from time to time.
Cecily got in her car and drove off.
Darian stood in front of the window, having seen every move Cecily made clear as day.
He smirked briefly as he thought about her ulterior motives, but his smile vanished quickly, and his eyes turned dark and ominous.
"I need a guard," he called.
A bodyguard entered.
"Spread the word. That Watson woman is never to meet the young master."
She wanted to see her son, but he'd make sure it wouldn't happen her way.
"Yes, sir."
Feeling dejected, Cecily returned home. As she reached her front door, she took a deep breath to collect herself and pushed the door open.
"Griffin, Mommy's home!"
Upon hearing Cecily’s voice, Rowan immediately informed Griffin of her return on the video call, "Griffin, Mom's back. I gotta go."
"Okay, bro. We'll catch up next time."
As the call ended, Cecily entered the room just in time to see the little guy clutching his laptop. She walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. "Griffin, what are you looking at?"
Rowan shook his head. "Nothing much. Didn't you go over to the Fitzgerald Mansion? Why are you back so soon?"
Cecily sighed. "Don’t get me started. I didn’t even get in. Darian, for some reason, decided not to go through with it today."
Rowan furrowed his little brow. He knew about Darian's severe sleep disorder. If Mom could help him, why wouldn't he accept it?
Was he just being stubborn?
"Why? Did something happen between you two again?"
"Just seeing him puts me in a bad mood."
Rowan was speechless.
How could Dad be so disagreeable?
Cecily let out another sigh. "Maybe he had a sudden change of heart. Anyway, I can’t force him to get treated if he refuses."
Rowan felt he needed to get a hold of Griffin. Maybe he could persuade Dad.
"Are you ready for bed?"
Rowan nodded obediently. "Yeah."
"How about I read you a bedtime story?"
"A bedtime story?" Rowan's eyes lit up.
"Of course. Didn't I used to read you a story every night? Are you that surprised?"
No one had ever read Rowan a bedtime story before.
He was excited and felt the thrill of anticipation, "Yes, I'd love that."
Seeing the little guy so happy softened Cecily’s expression. "Alright then, get comfy and close your eyes."
"Okay." Rowan obeyed and snuggled in close.
Cecily picked up a storybook from nearby and began to read in a soothing voice.
As Rowan lay beside her, listening to the story, he felt like the luckiest kid in the world.
...
The next day.
Cecily had plans with Aurelie to hit the mall and shop for some school supplies and a new backpack for the little rascal's first day of school tomorrow.
Seizing the opportunity, Rowan decided to call Griffin.
Griffin, learning about the situation, couldn't help but rib Darian.
"Why's he acting all high and mighty? My mom's a top-notch doctor, who is graciously giving him treatment in his own home, and he's giving her grief?"
Rowan didn't know either. "I don't know why Dad suddenly doesn't want treatment again, but let's just give him a hand. His insomnia is pretty bad."
Griffin sighed with feigned indifference, "Alright, I owe him one for handling that witch last night. I'll help him out."
"Which witch are you talking about?"
Griffin snorted, "That bad woman."
Rowan was left speechless.
Quite a vivid description.
Darian refused treatment from Cecily, and the cost was a sleepless night.
He came downstairs with a scowl, just as Griffin was sitting at the breakfast table. Spotting Darian's grumpy face, Griffin muttered under his breath, "Serves him right."
"What was that?" Darian heard him but didn't catch the words clearly.
Griffin started, plastering on a smile. "How'd you sleep last night, Dad? With those dark circles, you must've had a great rest."
Darian frowned, sensing the sarcasm in his son's tone.
"Mind your own business. Your tutor will be here soon to teach you calligraphy and piano."
Calligraphy? Piano?
His brother hadn't mentioned any of this.
Grinning, Griffin asked, "Can I skip it?"
"What do you think?"
Griffin's smile quickly vanished.
So, when Larkin arrived, he was greeted by a sulking duo, neither saying a word.
Larkin paused, catching a glimpse of the young master's silhouette. Lately, he realized that the young master was beginning to look a lot like Mr. Fitzgerald.
But then it hit him. The kid wasn't Mr. Fitzgerald's biological child, so how could they look alike?
Perhaps they were spending too much time together, which was why the had begun to look so similar.
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