Chapter377 Trespassing and Theft
Upstairs, Cecily had just reached the second-floor landing when she saw Freya descending from above, dressed in a simple white lace nightgown. Her hair was wet, and she exuded the scent of body wash, clearly having just taken a bath.
Upon seeing Cecily, Freya feigned surprise. "Hi, Cecily, it's you."
Cecily's gaze swept over her.
Around Freya's neck was a diamond necklace, intricately crafted and adorned with a flawless 50-carat teardrop-shaped diamond, dazzling and pure.
If Cecily remembered correctly, this necklace was a birthday gift Vivienne had bought for her at an auction last year for 11.11 million dollars. A clear chill flashed in Cecily's eyes.
It was evident that Freya had taken the necklace from her room.
Freya blinked her eyes, looking deceptively innocent.
She glanced at the clothes she was wearing and smiled. "It was raining outside, and I accidentally fell, soaking my clothes. Darian told me to change here. This must be your nightgown, right? You don't mind if I wear it, do you?"
Cecily stared at her coldly, saying nothing.
Freya met Cecily's oppressive gaze, her eyes growing even more innocent, like a timid little white rabbit. "I saw a lot of your things in the room. Are you moving in? To be blunt, you and Darian have broken up. I think it's pointless for you to keep clinging to him. Isn't this behavior rather shameless?"
Cecily raised an eyebrow, her voice calm. "Shameless?"
"Isn't it? Darian has forgotten you, which means he doesn't love you. If you keep pushing yourself on him, isn't that shameless?"
Cecily nodded. "You're quite eloquent. Is this how you and your mother usually sow discord between Uncle Bryan and my mom, bullying her?"
Cecily had long discerned from their conversations that they weren't good people.
Freya grinned. "How could my mom and I have such power? We're just more likable, and Uncle Bryan likes to spoil me. What can you do about it?"
As she spoke, she noticed the study door opening, and Darian emerged.
Freya's eyes gleamed as she grabbed Cecily's hand, tears instantly streaming down her face. "Cecily, please, let me go. I didn't mean to say those things to upset you."
With that, she pulled Cecily's hand and pushed it hard against her own chest.
"Ah!" Her body suddenly leaned backward, her face full of terror.
Below were the stairs, and a fall would surely result in injury.
Cecily watched coldly, having already seen through her intentions, but she had no intention of stopping her, her eyes full of sarcasm and mockery.
But in the blink of an eye, a hand reached out.
Cecily's gaze tightened as she saw the familiar figure grab the falling Freya.
Freya leaned into Darian's arms, looking at him with a face full of lingering fear, softly calling out, "Darian..."
Cecily glanced at Darian, and without a doubt, she saw the cold look in his eyes.
Freya's lips trembled, and the grievance in her eyes turned into tears that kept falling. "Cecily, I know you're the eldest daughter of the Bennett family, powerful and influential. I can't measure up to you, but you can't bully me like this. What if I really fell? How can you be so cruel?"
Cecily wasn't listening to Freya. She looked at Darian, the man who once promised her everything, now staring at her with such cold eyes for another woman.
She knew he had lost his memory and didn't remember her, and she should understand, but her heart still ached.
"Are the people at the door dead? Who let you in?" His tone was icy as he questioned her.
A dark light flashed in Cecily's eyes, and she laughed in anger, "I let myself in. What? Do you want to throw me out?"
Seeing the bitter look in Cecily's eyes, a wave of suppressed emotion surged in Darian's chest.
He didn't know why, but whenever he saw Cecily's sad expression, his heart would ache involuntarily.
She had pestered him with a child at the party hall, babbled nonsense to him, and now had followed him to his home. He should have thrown her out immediately, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words.
This inexplicable emotion made Darian feel very uncomfortable, and his expression grew increasingly grim.
Cecily glanced at Freya and smiled calmly. "You say I'm bullying you?"
"Isn't it true?" asked Freya.
"Do you even know what bullying is?" Cecily's eyes were cold, making people fear her.
"What are you going to do?" Seeing Cecily approach, Freya shrank closer to Darian.
Cecily grabbed Freya's collar and pushed her forcefully.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed.
Everyone was stunned by the scene.
No one expected Cecily to act so shockingly.
Darian's pupils contracted in surprise.
Cecily stood still, glanced at Darian, and with a cold smile, looked down at the wailing Freya. "This is what bullying is, understand?"
Freya fell miserably, her thin nightgown riding up as she rolled, exposing her lower body.
Darian frowned and looked away, focusing on Cecily. "You really have some nerve."
Cecily felt pained but smiled brightly. "She called me cruel, so I showed her. She wanted to fall, so I helped her. What? Is Mr. Fitzgerald heartbroken over the delicate beauty's fall?"
She met Darian's gaze directly. If he showed even a hint of concern for Freya, Cecily swore she would take Rowan and Griffin back to Detroit and never see him again.
His forgetting her was due to amnesia, but if he cared for Freya, it meant he liked her, and Cecily couldn't accept that.
Fortunately, Darian seemed only angry at Cecily's actions, showing no signs of concern for Freya, not even glancing at her again.
At that moment, there was a clear knock on the front door downstairs.
The door opened, and several upright police officers in uniform displayed their badges. "Good evening, we received a report of trespassing and theft here."
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