Chapter 43 Uncle Blaise, Save My Mommy
Rowan's small fists were clenched tight, his eyes filled with defiance as he turned and bolted out of the room.
Ophelia lunged forward, attempting to grab him, "Stop right there!"
But Rowan spun around, sinking his teeth into Ophelia's arm fiercely.
"Ah!" Ophelia yelled as she forcefully shoved Rowan away.
With the stark disparity in strength between an adult and a child, Rowan staggered back from the force and hit the back of his head on the corner of a table.
A dull pain surged, and tears welled up in his eyes instantaneously, but he clenched his teeth tightly and stubbornly got back to his feet.
He needed to get out, to call Griffin and have him warn Mom that these two wicked women were out to harm her.
Ophelia winced from the bite mark Rowan left on her hand and, furious with humiliation, shouted, "What are you waiting for? Go catch him!"
"Hold on," Sandra lifted her hand to stop the others. "Let him go. It's better if he doesn't come back. He can run off on his own. Even if he gets lost, Darian can't blame us."
Ophelia glared at the teeth marks on her hand, itching with rage. That brat had better never come back to her, or she wouldn't let him off easily.
Rowan rushed outside to call Griffin, praying fervently that Griffin would pick up quickly.
Thankfully, Griffin had just woken up and was still not asleep.
As soon as Griffin answered, Rowan blurted out, "Tell Mom, quick! Those two evil women are looking up your address; they're going to hurt Mom."
Griffin's alarm bells went off upon hearing this, and sensing Rowan's frail tone, he asked urgently, "Bro, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did those women bully you?"
Rowan gritted his teeth. "No, just tell Mom the message."
After hanging up hurriedly, a wave of pain pulsed from the back of his head. Touching the spot, he felt dampness and looked at his hand to find specks of blood.
Rowan couldn't help but let his pent up tears fall, but soon, he stoically wiped them away and held the rest back.
Crying solved nothing.
Tonight, Dad wouldn’t be coming home, and a return to the Fitzgerald Mansion seemed impossible.
Rowan could only spend the night in the garden.
After looking up at the sky, he silently prayed that Mom and Griffin would be okay.
...
Griffin glanced outside anxiously. That wicked woman would surely bring bodyguards; Mom couldn't handle so many people alone. He looked at his watch and promptly dialed Blaise's number.
The phone was quickly answered with a roguish male voice, "What's up? Miss me already?"
"Uncle Blaise, please, you've got to come help my mom."
"What's wrong with your mom?" The man's voice took on a serious note.
Griffin was brief and to the point. After hearing him out, the man's voice grew increasingly grim, "Got it, I'm on my way."
An hour later, Sandra and Ophelia had pinpointed Cecily's home address accurately.
A thrill lit up Ophelia's eyes at the thought of Sandra tearing into Cecily. She was so excited that she could barely contain herself.
She had been putting up with Cecily for far too long.
The pair got into the car, accompanied by a number of bodyguards, and a convoy of vehicles set out towards Cecily’s apartment.
Forty minutes later, below Cecily’s apartment.
"Sir, those cars up ahead," Cassian promptly reported to the man next to him after spotting the Fitzgerald family's convoy approaching.
Blaise looked up, eyeing the black sedan rolling towards them. He squinted, his gaze icy cold.
"Pathetic."
"Huh?" Cassian was confused by Blaise's comment. "Are you talking about Cecily?"
After sending Griffin back to Silver Frost Capital, his boss, worried about Cecily being alone with a child, reluctantly returned as well. Only because of this could he have arrived so quickly today.
Was he calling Cecily pathetic?
"You're a dimwit, too. Why would I insult her?"
Blaise leaned back in his car seat, his bloodthirsty eyes fixated on the approaching black sedan as he said chillingly, "I'm talking about that Ophelia. How inept can she be to not secure her position as the official wife even after five years?"
"..."
Indeed, that was rather incompetent.
But what did that have to do with Mr. Blaise?
Ophelia and Sandra's car remained oblivious to the danger as they sped along the center of the road.
"Mr. Blaise, what's our next move?"
Blaise's eyes narrowed as he watched the black vehicle draw closer, a cold smile now playing on his lips.
"Ram it."
Cassian hesitated for a moment but without any fuss, he hit the gas and the car shot forward.
Ophelia's driver never saw it coming; the car parked beside them rammed into their side without warning.
There was no time to react.
The next second, a loud crash echoed.
Ophelia and Sandra screamed. Their eyes were shut tight in terror as their car shook violently, lurching them forward.
"Bang! Bang!" Two distinct thumps.
"Ah!"
Their heads reeled from the brutal impact; they both felt dizzy and nauseated.
But Cassian managed to slam on the brakes in time, bringing the car to a controlled stop. Blaise, eyes glinting with icy menace, kicked the door open and stepped out.
He watched the other car, listening to the panicked screams of the two women with a pleased smirk curling his lips.
However, it wasn't long before their bodyguards rushed forward, clumsily dragging the disheveled pair from the wreckage.
One clutched her forehead while the other lay sprawled on the ground.
Blaise watched with a thrill of excitement in his gaze.
"How interesting," he muttered.
Ophelia, hand pressing against her forehead, glared at the man towering over her.
He exuded a commanding presence, his cold, deep eyes shimmering eerily in the dark night.
She bit her lip in anger; this man had rammed their car on purpose.
She could sense that his identity was no simple matter, but she had never crossed him. She didn't even know him. Why would he do this?
Furiously, Ophelia demanded, "Who are you? We have no quarrel with you. Why did you deliberately hit our car?"
Blaise, hand casually in his pocket and eyebrow arching slightly, responded, "You were driving so fast, I thought you were trying to off yourselves. Just thought I'd help out."
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