Chapter 424 Just Take Action
"Go back and get an ice pack to reduce the swelling. Don't worry, this slap won't be in vain. They'll pay for it sooner or later."
Cecily glanced at Vivienne, unsure of her plan but trusting her judgment. "Okay."
"Vivienne, Cecily!" Wade called out, catching up to them.
They turned to see Wade. Cecily released Vivienne's arm. "Mom, you talk to Wade. I'll go check on Darian."
"Go ahead."
Cecily nodded, gave Wade a quick nod, and walked away.
Vivienne smiled gratefully at Wade. "Thanks for earlier."
Wade looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry, I was too impulsive. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."
"He always thinks that way, so it's no big deal. I'm more worried about you."
Wade smiled calmly. "I'll handle it, don't worry. But I meant what I said. If possible, I'd like to treat Cecily as my own daughter."
Vivienne sighed, glancing in the direction Cecily had gone. "Cecily's been with the Watson family since she was young, missing out on parental love. Having someone else care for her is good, but you have your own family. I don't want to become another Jennifer."
Wade understood her rejection. He nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I get it. I work at this hospital, so if you need anything, you can always find me."
Vivienne smiled softly. "Thank you."
Cecily walked back to the ward alone, each step sending pain through her injured knee, making her walk slowly.
"Haven't seen you for a few days, and now you're a cripple."
She didn't need to look to know who it was. "Blaise."
Blaise stood against a wall, surrounded by men in black, exuding a menacing aura. Passersby couldn't help but feel intimidated.
"Did Rowan and Griffin tell you I was in the hospital?"
Cecily limped towards a nearby chair, her gait almost comical. Blaise frowned and reached out to support her arm.
Not far away, Sandra exited Darian's ward, her gaze falling on Cecily and Blaise. "Isn't that Miss Watson? Who's the gentleman with her? They seem close," the servant pushing Sandra asked.
Sandra's brow furrowed slightly. "Probably a friend."
"Should we go say hello to Miss Watson?"
"No, let's go back. Rowan and Griffin are still at home, and I don't feel comfortable leaving them with Josep and Olivia."
"Yes, ma'am."
The servant pushed Sandra away, but she discreetly glanced back at Cecily and Blaise.
Cecily looked at Blaise. "What are you doing?"
Blaise's gaze fell on her swollen face, a cold glint in his eyes. "Taking you somewhere."
"I don't have time. I need to take care of Darian."
"It's about last night."
Cecily's eyes flickered. "How do you know about last night? Well, there's nothing you don't know."
She glanced towards Darian's ward. Blaise had already sent someone to bring a wheelchair. "He's not going anywhere."
Cecily followed Blaise to an old, seemingly abandoned villa. As they pushed open the door, sunlight revealed a thin layer of dust floating in the air.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"To breathe in some dust."
Cecily rolled her eyes.
They continued inside until they reached a closed door. Before they even opened it, she heard Quentin's angry shouting from inside.
"Blaise, let me out! I told you, I don't know anything about this. How many times do I have to say it?"
Cecily raised an eyebrow. "You captured Quentin?"
"Shouldn't I have?" Blaise waved his hand, and the men on either side opened the door.
Inside, Quentin was tied up, still in a gray bathrobe, looking like he’d just been dragged out of the shower.
Hearing the door, Quentin's eyes darted over. "Cecily?"
He then looked at Blaise. "Blaise, isn't Cecily fine? I told my people to back off last night. Why did you still bring me here?"
Quentin felt genuinely aggrieved. He knew he couldn't beat Blaise and had learned his lesson. He just wanted to avoid any conflict, especially after the incident of losing Blaise's finger. He'd been avoiding Blaise for a long time.
He was terrified of provoking Blaise's revenge.
This time, he was just chilling at home when Blaise barged in with his men. He thought he’d committed some grave crime.
They dragged him out of a beauty's arms, beat him up, and then tied him up and brought him to Silver Frost Capital overnight.
Blaise didn’t say a word.Perhaps the dimly lit room accentuated the intimidating aura emanating from his expression.
Quentin swallowed hard. The room seemed to grow colder the moment Blaise stepped in, and his earlier anger quickly dissipated.
Cecily looked at Quentin and asked, "Who hired you?"
"I don't know."
Cecily frowned.
"I really don't know."
Quentin also wanted to know which of his men acted without thinking about who they were dealing with.
This time, it really got him into trouble.
"The organization takes on various jobs, big and small, and my men handle them. I can't possibly know every single one. If you don't believe me, you can ask him. He can't possibly know every task in the organization either."
Cecily glanced at Blaise.
"And I know your relationship with Blaise and your identity. There's no reason for me to provoke so many forces for a bit of money. That would be suicidal."
Quentin felt truly wronged.
But he also knew that since it was someone from his organization, he couldn't completely absolve himself of responsibility.
Cecily looked at Quentin, who seemed to have no reason to lie.
"In that case, give me the account that contacted you."
"They're all anonymous accounts. Who would use their real name for this kind of thing? Tracking them down will be futile."
Cecily raised an eyebrow. "Whether we can trace it is our concern. Whether you disclose it is up to you."
Quentin tugged at his lips, looked at his tied-up state, and gestured to Cecily. "I can't give it like this."
Blaise gave him a cold look. "You don't need to."
He snapped his fingers, and Cassian quickly brought in several laptops.
Quentin's heart sank, and he widened his eyes. "Blaise, is this necessary? You're raiding my house over this?"
Blaise's expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on Quentin, who quickly shut his mouth in fear.
"Password."
Quentin, though unwilling, still gave the password.
Soon, the account that contacted them was found, but both the account and the payment account were anonymous. The chat history clearly stated that they wanted Cecily dead.
Cecily's face turned cold as she read it. "Can you trace the account information or the IP address?"
Blaise was silent for a few seconds. "Do you know who wants to harm you?"
"I do."
Although these were all anonymous, apart from Jennifer and Freya, there was no one else. If it was Josep, then their target won't just be her alone.
"If you know, why look for evidence? Just take action."
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