Chapter 41 Your Boyfriend Passed out, aren't You Concerned?
Ophelia was on her way upstairs with a tray of fruit when she saw Darian descending. She smiled and called out to him, "Darian."
Darian paid her no mind and walked right past.
He forbade her from coming, but she stayed, banking on Sandra's support.
Sandra caught his dismissive attitude and couldn't suppress her irritation, "Darian, how long are you going to be mad at Ophelia? Are you really going to let a silly fight come between you?"
Darian furrowed his brow deeply, his footsteps halting as he coldly warned, “If I hear anyone use the word ‘bastard’ again, they will never step foot in here again.”
“You!” Sandra was so angry she nearly stood up.
Ophelia quickly stepped forward to soothe her, “Auntie, please calm down. Darian’s just in a bad mood today; he didn’t mean to upset you.”
Right then, Declan came downstairs, and Ophelia looked up asking, “Declan, where’s Darian off to?”
With a shift in his gaze and a faint smile, Declan replied, “He just needed some air.”
Ophelia bit her lip; she knew Declan was aware of where Darian was going but simply chose not to tell her.
Fuming, Sandra kept patting her chest, blaming the situation on the child. “It’s all that kid’s fault. My son wouldn’t treat me like this otherwise. Ophelia, go fetch that bastard for me; I need to set him straight.”
Hearing she was about to reprimand Rowan, a flicker of amusement crossed Ophelia’s eyes, “Alright, Auntie, I’m on it.”
‘Rowan, oh Rowan, let's see who can save you today.’
...
After dinner, Aurelie headed back home, while Cecily cuddled up with Griffin in the living room watching TV.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Cecily thought it might be Aurelie returning to fetch something she forgot and went to open the door herself.
As she swung the door open and saw the person standing before her, Cecily’s expression turned ghastly.
Darian stood there with a stern face, about to speak, when a quick-reacting Cecily slammed the door shut in his face.
After locking it, she wedged a chair under the handle in one smooth action.
Darian’s head was pounding with a headache, and Cecily’s reaction only made his temples throb with fury.
This damned woman.
Acting as if seeing him was like seeing a ghost.
After taking a deep breath, reminding himself that he needed her help, Darian managed to keep his composure and knocked on the door once more.
Griffin, munching on snacks, asked, “Mommy, who's at the door?”
Cecily settled back on the couch, continuing to cuddle with Griffin as they watched TV. "Just a nutcase, don't mind him."
They focused on the show, and soon the noise outside subsided.
Assuming Darian had probably left, Cecily decided to let it go.
After some more time watching TV, she coaxed Griffin toward bedtime. "Griffin, you've got school tomorrow. It's time to hit the hay."
"School?" Was he really going back to school tomorrow?
"Yeah, buddy, did you forget? I enrolled you just yesterday."
Griffin's little head drooped.
He hadn't expected to start school so soon after moving back. He missed Dorde, where Uncle Blaise would take him out for fun adventures.
"Mommy, can we invite Uncle Blaise over to play?"
"No, honey, he's a busy man. Isn't it nice to spend time with Mommy and your godmother?"
Griffin pouted, "It's nice, but I like Uncle Blaise, too. Mommy, can I ask you something?"
"What's on your mind?"
"Do you like Uncle Blaise?"
Cecily paused, "Why would I like him?"
"He likes you."
Griffin's words took Cecily by surprise.
Damn it, Blaise liked her?
That man was more likely to give her trouble than affection.
"Kids shouldn't spread rumors," she warned.
"I'm not making it up. I saw him writing you love letters. He hid them all in a black box."
Cecily was speechless. The guy was usually armed to the teeth; could he even pen a love letter?
"Mommy, since you don't like Uncle Blaise, do you like Darian?"
The corner of Cecily's mouth twitched. When had her son become so comfortable saying Darian's name?
Mentioning Darian brought a hint of bitterness to her eyes, "I used to, not anymore."
"So, if you don't like Darian, does that mean Uncle Blaise still has a chance?"
The questions from her son were enough to make her head spin. "Griffin, are you a walking encyclopedia of questions?"
"I just want to know."
After spending the past couple of days together, Griffin was starting to think his "bad dad" wasn't that bad after all; he was not as terrible as he had imagined. But he had to admit, he liked his Uncle Blaise even more.
Uncle Blaise might have a bit of a temper, but he was always kind to Mom.
"Mom, if you had to choose between Darian and Uncle Blaise, who would it be?" Griffin asked.
Cecily raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Are you trying to give me a tough one today, kiddo?"
"Take your time, no rush. I'm off to bed, and you should get some rest too," Griffin said with all the seriousness a young boy could muster.
Cecily took a deep breath and replied, "Off you go, don't worry your head about these adult problems."
"Hmph, I'm pretty much an adult myself now," Griffin retorted with a puff of his small chest.
"Yeah, yeah, you're the boss of me, now off to bed," Cecily said with a playful roll of her eyes.
She switched off the TV and was about to call it a night herself when she heard a knock at the door.
A bit annoyed, Cecily wondered who it could be this late. She wasn't exactly Ms. Social in the neighborhood. It couldn't be Darian, could it?
Peering through the peephole, Cecily felt a wave of relief when she saw it was just the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Patterson. She opened the door to ask, "What's up, Mrs. Patterson?"
"Dearie, your boyfriend passed out; aren't you concerned?" The older woman inquired urgently.
Boyfriend? Passed out?
Cecily glanced past Mrs. Patterson and there he was, Darian in his sharp suit, now an ashen-faced figure leaning against the wall, unconscious.
"Sweetheart, you can fight all you want, but you shouldn't let it get to the point where he faints! I've called an ambulance for him," the neighbor scolded, concern lacing her voice.
Cecily, rubbing her forehead, glanced at Darian's unnervingly composed figure. Even after fainting, he looked so noble.
Feeling a headache coming on, Cecily answered, "Sorry, Mrs. Patterson, he's not my boyfriend. Since the ambulance is on its way, he can just wait here to be taken away. It's late; you should head back and rest."
With that, Cecily closed the door without hesitation - Darian passing out was none of her business!
Cecily returned to her room, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
The silence of the room made the noise from outside all the more apparent. The ambulance arrived, and Mrs. Patterson, good-hearted as ever, was talking to the medics, narrating what had happened.
Before long, possibly due to the absence of any patient's family members, her door was knocked on once again.
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