Chapter 420 You Have No Evidence
Darian was rushed into the ER, bleeding heavily. Cecily did her best to treat his wounds on the way.
Standing outside the emergency room, Cecily's slender frame trembled. A passing nurse noticed and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"
Cecily nodded, then shook her head, staring at her blood-covered hands as tears streamed down her face.
Hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Vivienne arrived first, followed by Owen and Sandra.
"Cecily?" Vivienne's voice was filled with worry as she saw Cecily's dazed expression.
"How's Darian?" Owen grabbed a nurse, demanding answers.
"He's still in the ER. Please try not to worry."
Sandra's face was streaked with tears. "Who did this? Who wants to hurt Darian?"
Hearing Sandra's sobs, Cecily stirred and, with dry lips, whispered, "I'm sorry. He got hurt saving me. We ran into an assassin on our way back. The target was me, and he took the hit for me."
Her voice choked with guilt.
Owen stepped forward, but Vivienne quickly blocked him, eyeing him warily.
Owen frowned at Cecily. "Tell me everything that happened tonight."
Cecily took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and quickly recounted the night's events.
Sandra's face turned pale as she listened, finally covering her mouth. They had only known Darian was in the hospital, not realizing how dangerous the night had been. They almost lost Cecily, Rowan, and Griffin too.
Owen, leaning on his cane, stood silently for a moment before sitting on a nearby chair. His old eyes seemed clouded, hiding his emotions.
After a long while, he asked, "Who do you think fired the shot?"
"Josep's people, or maybe him."
"Impossible," Owen said, disbelief in his eyes. "It can't be him."
"Besides Josep's family, I can't think of anyone else. With Rowan and Griffin dead, the Fitzgerald family would be in chaos. This would not only vent their anger but also give them a chance to seize control of the company while you and Darian are in turmoil."
"Remember my previous suspicions? Patrick died, leaving you with only one son. He thought he would be the heir, but you gave the position to Darian. Then Darian had that car accident. Do you still think it's a coincidence?"
Cecily believed tonight's events were connected to Jennifer and Freya, but their target was her. The person who later fired the shot aimed to provoke the assassin, targeting all of them.
After much thought, she concluded that only Josep's family could have done this.
"These are just your suspicions. You have no evidence."
Owen, whether out of disbelief or unwillingness to believe, firmly denied Cecily's words.
Cecily clenched her fists, speaking clearly, "These are my suspicions, but they are based on facts. If this person were truly innocent, no one would suspect him."
"Dad, Cecily makes a good point. Over the years, Josep has shown signs of ambition and aggression."
"Enough!" Owen snapped, cutting Sandra off. "Stop making accusations without evidence. We're all family. Josep may be ruthless, but he wouldn't kill his own brother."
"The Fitzgerald family is large and wealthy, and many people have their eyes on us. No one can say for sure that others aren't involved. Stop making baseless accusations."
"Baseless accusations? Owen, do you not believe it, or do you not want to believe it?" Cecily's words hit a nerve, and Owen's eyes turned cold. "Cecily, this is the Fitzgerald family's business!"
"It maybe the Fitzgeralds' affair business, but my children are also part of thefamily. You weren't there to see the assassin pointing a gun at their heads. You know the truth but dismiss it with 'no evidence.'"
Cecily's tear-filled eyes bore into Owen, filled with fear, anger, and sorrow, making him unable to meet her gaze. She was truly terrified. Seeing Rowan with a gun to his head felt like her world was collapsing.
"Cecily, that's enough. Stop talking," Vivienne stepped forward, hugging Cecily. She knew no one was more scared than Cecily tonight. Watching her child with a gun to their head, almost becoming a lifeless body, was unbearable.
"It's okay, Cecily. It's over. It's over," Vivienne whispered, gently patting her face to comfort her.
Cecily took a deep breath, but the heavy air made it hard to breathe. Silently wiping away a tear, she glanced at the closed door. "I'm going outside for some air."
Owen watched Cecily's back, her words echoing in his ears. But he didn't want to believe it. Without solid evidence, he wouldn't believe it.
The weather wasn't particularly cold, but the wind cut through Cecily's thin clothes, making her shiver.
"Without evidence, Owen will never believe you," Vivienne said, walking up beside Cecily and looking into the darkness with a deep sigh.
Cecily lowered her eyes, still processing her fear. "Cecily, that's his only son. No matter what you say, it won't matter."
"I know," Cecily replied, looking up at Vivienne. "I lost control tonight, Mom. I was really, really scared."
Cecily was truly afraid that danger would strike when she least expected it.
Outside the emergency room, time seemed to blur, yet the heavy silence weighed down on everyone. As dawn approached, the door finally opened, and the doctor came out. A glimmer of hope appeared in everyone's eyes. Owen, leaning on his cane, stood up eagerly, his legs numb as he walked forward. The doctor reached out to support him.
"Doctor, how is Darian?"
The doctor nodded. "The surgery was successful. Mr. Fitzgerald is out of danger. Beassured."
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