Chapter 398 Where Do You Think You're Going?
With the final slap, Cecily released her grip, and Aurelia fell uncontrollably to the ground.
Everyone nearby was stunned.
Even Sandra, sitting in her wheelchair, was momentarily frozen, unable to react.
Victor rose to his feet, but Cecily's actions were too swift for him to intervene.
Cecily slowly crouched down, ignoring Aurelia's murderous glare, and grasped her chin, tilting it from side to side to admire the handiwork she had left on Aurelia's face.
"Cecily, how could you do this? You've gone too far!" Freya, who was closest to Aurelia, knelt down to help her, only to have Cecily swat her hand away.
Cecily sneered, curling her lips. "If you want me to apologize, that's fine. As long as you can accept my way of apologizing."
"You." Aurelia's chest heaved violently.
"Next time you want to stand up for someone, make sure you have the ability to do so first. Otherwise, you'll just end up as a laughingstock. You thought you're so capable, but in reality, you're just a joke, truly pathetic."
"Ah!" Aurelia wildly flung Cecily's hand away, sitting on the ground and screaming hysterically, "Someone! Arrest this bitch! Cecily, I will kill you!"
"Enough!"
From the upstairs railing, Owen stood with a commanding presence, looking down at everyone.
"Grandfather, Cecily hit me." Aurelia got up, clutching her swollen face, and complained to Owen.
Cecily leisurely stood up and stepped aside.
Owen glanced at Cecily, then sternly focused on Aurelia. "You all have been causing a ruckus here. None of you are behaving. If you continue, I'll throw you all out."
"But Grandfather, I'm the one who was wronged."
"Aurelia, shut up."
Aurelia wanted to say more but was stopped by Victor. She gritted her teeth so hard they nearly shattered.
She couldn't swallow this humiliation, glaring at Cecily with intense fury. "Cecily, just you wait. I will never let you off."
With that, Aurelia pushed away Freya, who was supporting her, and stormed upstairs.
Freya's eyes flickered. "Aurelia?"
She exchanged a glance with Jennifer and immediately chased after Aurelia.
Victor, now much soberer, glared at Cecily, his facial muscles twitching.
'She is outrageously arrogant,' he thought.
Cecily didn't even spare him a glance, bending down to check on Rowan and Griffin, asking if they were frightened.
Owen descended the stairs, catching the strong scent of alcohol from Victor, his aged eyes filled with disappointment. "Do you do anything other than drink all day?"
Victor scoffed. "Grandfather, you know why I am like this. It's because she and Darian conspired against me."
"Shut up. How dare you bring that up? Darian did nothing wrong. Go upstairs right now and reflect on your own mistakes."
Victor, filled with pent-up anger, grabbed his coat and stormed upstairs.
Owen watched, shaking his head heavily. "Victor will never amount to anything."
Owen was well aware of the company's issues. Victor had been easily manipulated by a woman, yet he had the audacity to bring it up.
"When is Darian coming back?" Owen asked.
Sandra replied, "He should be back soon."
"When he returns, have him come see me." Owen then looked at the two children, his stern face softening with affection. "Rowan and Griffin, it's been so long. Come over and let me have a look at you."
Rowan and Griffin didn't move towards him but instead looked at Owen, feeling wronged for Cecily. "Great-Grandfather, Mommy did nothing wrong. They bullied her first."
Owen, hearing this, glanced at Cecily and nodded. "I heard everything. I won't blame your mommy. They were out of line, and your mommy was right to teach them a lesson."
For the first time, Owen sided with Cecily, leaving her somewhat taken aback.
Seeing her surprise, Owen chuckled. "Why are you so surprised? I'm not so senile that I can't tell right from wrong."
Witnessing this, Jennifer felt awkward and eager to assert herself.
"Cecily, we don't actually need you to apologize. This matter was settled yesterday. But Aurelia and Freya are close, and she felt Freya was wronged. I'm here to apologize on their behalf, so please don't mind."
It was only then that Cecily noticed Jennifer standing silently nearby.
"Mrs.Aunt Jennifer, since feels this way, why didn't you say anything earlier?" she remarked, unimpressed by Jennifer's belated wisdom.
Jennifer gave a slight smile and bent down to pour Cecily a glass of water. "I was just too shocked to react at the moment. I apologize."
She handed the glass to Cecily.
Cecily glanced at the glass but did not take it.
"There's no need. We're both guests here. There's no reason for you to serve me."
Cecily ignored the glass, but Jennifer shamelessly approached her. "I genuinely feel sorry."
Cecily frowned slightly and took a step back, but Jennifer's hand wavered, spilling water onto Cecily's clothes.
With the couch behind her, Cecily had nowhere to retreat, and her clothes were soaked.
"Oh dear," Jennifer exclaimed, setting the glass down and grabbing a napkin to dab at Cecily's clothes. "I'm so sorry, Cecily. Did you get burned? It's all my fault. I'm so clumsy."
Jennifer's face was full of remorse.
Cecily pushed her hand away. Sandra, noticing the situation, frowned. "Your clothes are all wet. Cecily, you should go upstairs and change. There are still some of your clothes in the room you and Darian used to stay in. I never had them cleared out."
Seeing her soaked clothes, Cecily didn't refuse and followed a servant upstairs.
"Miss Watson, the room you and Sir stayed in is still maintained by Mrs. Sandra. It's just as it was before," the servant explained as they walked.
Sandra had kept the room as it was, hoping they might return someday.
"The clothes in the closet are all your size, Miss Watson."
"Alright, I understand."
The servant led Cecily to the closet and then left.
Meanwhile, Freya, having received Jennifer's message, comforted Aurelia for a while before finding an excuse to leave. She ran into Victor at his room door as he was about to go out.
"Hello, Mr. Fitzgerald," Freya greeted with a smile.
Victor turned to her, his mood sour. "What is it?"
"Are you going out? I noticed you seemed upset earlier and wanted to check if you're alright."
Victor, uninterested in talking to Freya, dismissed her concern and was about to leave.
Freya's eyes flickered, and she leaned softly against Victor.
He caught her, and she slipped a small, open vial of essential oil into his pocket.
Victor, irritated, pushed her away. "I'm not interested in you. Stop trying to seduce me."
Freya watched him leave, her jaw clenched in frustration.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, don't be angry. Cecily is just like that. I saw her go to her room just now. Maybe you should talk things out."
Victor paused, and as Freya walked past him, she lightly patted his arm, hinting. "Don't miss this chance to have a good talk."
Freya then went downstairs.
Victor understood her hint and, almost against his will, headed towards Cecily's room.
Cecily had changed her clothes but struggled with the back zipper of her blouse. Hearing the door open, she assumed it was the servant returning. "Can you help me with the zipper?" she asked.
There was no response, but she heard footsteps approaching.
The heavy steps didn't match those of a female servant.
Cecily turned, her eyelashes fluttering, and just as she was about to speak, Victor lunged at her, covering her mouth. "Don't scream."
Cecily's eyes widened, and instinctively, she kneed Victor in the groin.
Anticipating her move, Victor clamped his legs around hers. "Trying to hit me? It's useless. Do you think you're so tough? Now you're finally in my hands..."
Cecily grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it against Victor.
He winced in pain, giving Cecily a chance to push him away. "Get out."
She ran for the door, but Victor, despite the pain, chased after her and grabbed her shoulder. "Bitch, where do you think you're going?"
As Cecily turned to fight back, she suddenly caught a whiff of a strange, fragrant scent.
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