Chapter 348 The Scar on Cecily's Lower Back
"I don't need your compensation," Cecily turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
Darian raised his hand and gently stroked her hair. "What if I say it's not compensation, but something I want to give you? Would that be okay?"
Cecily grabbed his hand and pulled it down, "You're coaxing me into accepting the money, and if I refuse, I seem unreasonable and ungrateful."
Darian raised an eyebrow, "Then just take it, Cecily. People can change, but money doesn't. What I give you will always be yours, and you should take it."
"So, you're saying you might change your mind?"
"Just in case."
Cecily smirked, "Alright, thanks for your honesty."
"What I mean is, if something unforeseen happens between us. I might disappear, but the money in your account will always be there. This is the best guarantee and security I can give you right now."
He disdained making grand promises of eternal love. Such words felt empty and she might not believe them anyway. But giving her everything he had was something tangible he could do now.
Cecily's eyes can't see right now, and she's at her most vulnerable. He hoped this would give her a bit more security.
"Aren't you afraid you'll regret it later?" Cecily asked.
"I won't." He spoke too soon, as he would later regret it.
Cecily smiled softly, "I appreciate the thought, but your assets are too much for me to handle."
Darian stopped listening to her refusals, "It's decided."
Cecily smiled, "Darian, you're too impulsive. If you regret it one day, don't come crying to me."
Darian gently pulled Cecily closer, his expression soft as he said, "This is a well-considered decision. I've already made the biggest mistake of my life, and I won't do something I'll regret again."
Cecily chuckled, "Alright then, I hope Mr. Fitzgerald remembers his words today. I'll take the money and give it to your two sons later."
"It's for you, not them. They're men; they can earn their own."
"I can earn my own too," Cecily replied.
"It's different."
"How is it different?"
"I just love giving it to you. Isn't that different?"
Fine, such a domineering reason.
The doctor arrived just then, knocking lightly on the door, "Miss Watson, Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm here to check Miss Watson's wound."
Cecily nodded, "Okay, thank you."
Her injuries required her to undress. "Darian, you need to leave."
"I'll stay with you."
"I'm changing my bandages; I don't need you here."
Cecily pushed Darian a few times, but he held her hand firmly.
"I've seen it all."
Cecily was speechless.
"You don't need to be shy."
Cecily broke free from his hand and elbowed his hard abdomen, "Shut up."
The curtain was drawn, and the doctor began examining and changing Cecily's bandages. Darian's eyes held a trace of tension she couldn't see.
Feeling Darian's grip tighten, Cecily furrowed her brows slightly and said, "Don't be nervous."
Darian sighed, "You're telling me not to be nervous?"
"I feel like you're more nervous than I am."
Even though she was the one being treated, he was the one who seemed extremely tense.
Cecily smiled, trying to appear relaxed.
Cecily had scrapes and cuts on her knees, elbows, and arms. Her most severe injury was on her lower back. While changing her bandage, the female doctor noticed a faint scar on Cecily's lower back, recognizing it as a surgical scar.
The doctor touched it and frowned slightly, sensing something was off. "Miss Watson, have you had surgery before?"
Cecily's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to speak, Darian asked first, "Why do you ask?"
"I noticed a surgical scar here on Miss Watson. Just a casual question, no other meaning. Mr. Fitzgerald, you don't need to be nervous," the doctor explained quickly, seeing Darian's tense expression.
Darian's frown deepened, "What kind of surgery?"
Cecily thought for a couple of seconds and quickly said, "It's nothing, it was many years ago, I almost forgot about it."
The doctor wanted to say something but held back. She could tell from the scar's location that it was from kidney surgery. How could she forget such a major surgery?
Clearly, Cecily didn't want to talk about it.
The doctor, understanding the situation, immediately kept quiet.
Darian glanced at the doctor, who quickly lowered her head and continued with the bandaging.
A silence followed.
After re-bandaging the wound, the doctor gave a few instructions and left with two nurses.
"You're hiding something from me," Darian said in a low voice, helping Cecily lie down.
"What do you mean?"
"The surgery, what's it about?"
Darian didn't believe Cecily's claim of forgetting due to the passage of time.
How could anyone forget such a thing?
"I told you, it was a long time ago, and I forgot."
Darian pulled up a chair and sat by Cecily's bed, "Do you think I'll believe that?"
Cecily was momentarily speechless.
"Believe it or not."
"Cecily!" Darian raised his voice slightly in frustration.
Cecily pulled up the blanket, refusing to continue the conversation, "I'm tired and want to sleep. You should rest too."
Darian could see she clearly didn't want to discuss this topic.
But why was she so reluctant to mention just a surgery?
Darian frowned at her for a moment, then got up and walked out.
Blaise arrived with a large bouquet of red roses.
He was wearing a black trench coat, the contrast between the black and red making his handsome face look even colder.
The two tall, imposing men bumped into each other at the doorway.
They exchanged glances, clearly not liking each other.
"She's asleep," Darian said.
Blaise raised an eyebrow, glanced inside, and then looked at Darian with a cold smile. "Seems I didn't come at the right time."
Darian, caught off guard, bumped into the flowers. He frowned at Blaise.
Since Cecily was asleep, Blaise didn't wany to stay long.
Darian glanced at the flowers in his hand, frowned, and tossed them aside. He then raised his voice, "What surgery did Cecily have before?"
Darian believed Blaise must know.
After Cecily's near-drowning incident, a doctor mentioned her health was worse than an average person. He had thought she was ill and had taken her to the hospital for a check-up, which showed she was perfectly healthy.
He had always wondered what the doctor meant by that.
And now, this surgery that she didn't even want to mention.
What exactly was Cecily hiding from him?
Blaise paused, lazily turned his head to look at Darian, "You want to know?"
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