Chapter 350 Don't Let Her Hurt Her Eyes
Darian handed the toothbrush with toothpaste to Cecily.
He had intended to tease her a bit, but seeing her current state, if he really did that, she would probably want to find a hole to hide in.
"You go freshen up first. I'll go get your coat," Darian said, glancing at Cecily standing barefoot on the floor, his brows furrowed.
He walked out, skillfully grabbing a jacket and Cecily's white cotton slippers under the watchful eyes of Vivienne and Bryan.
Vivienne stood up, "Is Cecily freshening up? I'll go in and take care of her, it's more convenient."
"No need, she still needs to apply medicine to her eyes, I'll handle it." Darian's tone was calm, neither warm nor overly cold.
Vivienne knew that this attitude was because he loved Cecily; otherwise, he wouldn't even show this much.
Bryan raised his hand to pull Vivienne back to her seat. "As Cecily's husband, it's his duty to do these things."
"Being a husband, he does far better than you in many ways," Vivienne retorted coldly.
Bryan sneered at her words, "Yeah, in your eyes, I'm worse than anyone, especially Patrick, right?"
Vivienne suddenly looked at him, her emotions barely contained, "What are you trying to say now?"
"Nothing, just a casual remark. Why are you so worked up?"
Vivienne's brows furrowed deeper, staring at Bryan. Patrick's matter was always a thorn between them.
No matter how many years passed, it would always be there.
Vivienne raised her hand to her forehead, struggling to control the emotions pent up in her chest. "Bryan, I don't think we'll ever have trust between us."
Bryan noticed Vivienne's off mood. Although her depression had improved, her doctor warned that there was a possibility of relapse, and she couldn't handle stress well. Bryan held back his temper. "Alright, let's not talk about this topic. You calm down."
Vivienne pushed his hand away, took a deep breath, and controlled her emotions, "I won't argue with you in Cecily's house."
"Bryan."
"Dad."
Two female voices sounded at the door. Bryan frowned, his deep gaze falling on Jennifer and Freya, "What are you doing here?"
Freya rushed in and immediately took Bryan's hand, sitting beside him. "Dad, we heard Vivienne's daughter was injured and hospitalized, so we came specially to visit. Aunt Vivienne, we haven't seen you in a long time. You were recuperating at Willowbrook Estates before, are you feeling better now?"
Jennifer also walked up with a fake smile, "Vivienne, you don't look well. Bryan, should we take Vivienne to see a doctor again..."
"Get out." Vivienne's expression didn't change, but her voice was colder than ever.
Freya bit her lip, looking both nervous and aggrieved, "Aunt Vivienne, this is the first time Mom and I have come here. We genuinely came to visit your daughter."
"Don't let me say a second time," Vivienne's icy gaze swept over them. Clearly, she didn't like them.
Jennifer looked embarrassed, and Freya looked aggrieved, as if scared by Vivienne. She clung tightly to Bryan's arm, "Dad, why does Aunt Vivienne hate Mom and me so much? Is it because I call you 'Dad'? If Aunt Vivienne doesn't like it, I won't call you that anymore. I'll go back to calling you 'Uncle Bryan.' Will that make Aunt Vivienne happier?"
Jennifer also chimed in sadly, "Bryan, I've been thinking about something lately. Vivienne has never liked us, and we've troubled you for so many years. We really feel bad about it. Maybe we should move out of the Collins family. Freya is grown up now, and I can take care of her on my own. We don't want to make Vivienne unhappy. Otherwise, if we upset Vivienne, we'll never have peace."
"Feeling bad and losing sleep?" Vivienne's gaze swept over them.
Jennifer was dressed in the latest spring collection dress, complete with accessories and jewelry, carrying a million-dollar handbag, and wearing exquisite makeup, looking elegant and luxurious.
Freya wore a sophisticated uniform suit, with bright makeup and meticulously styled tea-colored waves, exuding beauty and charm.
They obviously couldn't afford such attire on their own; it was all Bryan's money.
They were truly shameless to claim they were living poorly.
Under Vivienne's gaze, they felt extremely uncomfortable, as if their very souls were being seen through.
Vivienne scoffed lightly and looked away.
Bryan frowned deeply, glanced at Vivienne, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to move out. She just has a difficult temperament; you don't need to bother with her."
Vivienne glanced sideways at Bryan, "You can get out too."
"Mom, who else is here?" Cecily asked as Darian helped her out.
Vivienne stepped forward and said, "Just some irrelevant people, don't care about it."
In the bathroom, Cecily had heard the sounds outside clearly. Although she didn't know who was speaking, Vivienne's tone was enough to show she didn't like them.
Jennifer approached with a gentle smile and took Cecily's hand, "This must be Cecily. You look so much like Vivienne."
Cecily smiled faintly and withdrew her hand, "Ma'am, we're not that close."
Jennifer's smile stiffened for a moment, but her long-practiced thick skin allowed her to recover quickly. "Freya, come here. This is Vivienne's daughter. You can call her sister. Freya?"
Jennifer turned and saw Freya staring infatuatedly at Darian.
Freya bit her lip tightly. Darian had deep-set eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and eyes as deep as a dark pool. His thin lips were tightly pressed, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Jennifer awkwardly tugged at Freya.
Vivienne found it amusing and realized they probably had another purpose for coming today.
Freya's eyes sparkled as she was pulled back to reality by Jennifer. She put on a smile and stepped forward, "Hello, we are Aunt Vivienne's friends and came to visit you today."
Cecily remained composed. "Hello, we're not acquainted. Just call me Cecily."
Freya looked Cecily up and down. She couldn't deny that Cecily was very beautiful. Even with her eyes covered by bandages, one could still imagine the delicate face underneath. But unfortunately, she was now blind.
How could a blind person be worthy of the head of Silver Frost Capital's most prestigious family?
Cecily asked, "And who is the other gentleman?"
Bryan stood up, "My last name is Whitaker. I'm your mother's husband."
"He's not. Don't listen to him," Vivienne said coldly.
Larkin came in with breakfast and, seeing the room full of people, almost thought he had the wrong place, "Boss, Miss Watson."
Darian nodded and, ignoring everyone else, led Cecily to the dining table, "Let's have breakfast first."
"Mom, have you had breakfast?"
"I have. You go ahead and eat."
"Okay."
The breakfast was lavish, and Darian served Cecily a bowl of oatmeal. She insisted on eating alone. She couldn't always rely on Darian's constant care.
"Be careful, it's hot." Darian handed her the bowl and patiently reminded her.
Larkin had something to report but, seeing the crowd, bent down to whisper to Darian, "Boss, Eliza isn't eating or drinking and demands to see you."
Darian peeled the egg for Cecily unhurriedly and said, "Let her be, as long as she doesn't die. And make sure she doesn't hurt herself."
Larkin understood that Darian meant to ensure she didn't harm her eyes.
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