Chapter 442 Bring the Culprit to Justice
The two questions left Cecily stunned. "He's trying to stir things up," she said, avoiding Darian's eyes.
"He's trying to cause trouble, but he's not wrong," Darian noted, seeing her unease. Cecily was a terrible liar.
"What he said is true, and you knew it all along and helped Grandpa Owen hide it from me, right?" Darian pressed.
Cecily couldn't deny it. She had agreed to keep it secret because she knew Darian would be furious, which was exactly what Josep wanted. Telling Darian wouldn't change the fact that Owen had already drugged him, so she thought it best to avoid more conflict.
"Are you mad?" Cecily asked, looking up at Darian.
"Yes, I'm mad," he replied sternly.
"Can you not be?" she asked softly.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"To stop you from fighting with Owen. I know your temper. If you two fell out, Josep would love it," she explained, reaching out to touch his face. "I did it for your good."
"And what about you?" Darian asked suddenly.
"Me? What do you mean?"
"Don't you feel wronged? Covering for Grandpa Owen, the one who did this. If you had told me, I could have treated you better. Don't you feel wronged?"
Cecily saw concern in his eyes. She hadn't thought about her own feelings, just about stopping Josep.
"Of course, I feel wronged. So don't fight with Owen, or my efforts would be wasted. Don't you agree?"
Darian looked into her eyes, seeing her lively expression. Despite his anger, he couldn't stay mad. He sighed and kissed her.
"Darian, there are people around!" Cecily protested. However, he didn't let go but pulled her closer.
"Aunt Vivienne, Cecily just came this way. Where did she go?"
"Are you sure she came this way?"
Seeing the scene not far away, Aurelie quickly covered Vivienne's eyes with her hand and then widened her own eyes to watch.
Vivienne saw it too and awkwardly turned away, pulling the still-watching Aurelie with her.
"This is in the hospital. This is really..." Vivienne muttered.
Aurelie almost laughed, eager to tell Cecily she was caught kissing Darian by her own mom.
After the kiss, Cecily panted lightly. "If you have a problem, just tell me. What's with the sudden kiss?"
"You tilted your head up. That's the perfect angle for a kiss," Darian said.
Cecily rolled her eyes. "I'm just short. If I don't look up, I can only see your neck."
"Give me ten inches, and I'll look you in the eye next time, okay?" she huffed.
"So, are you still mad at Owen?"
Darian smoothed her hair and sighed. "For your sake, no."
"That's right. We can't let others see you fall out with Owen. And although Owen has his faults, he still loves you."
Cecily managed to calm Darian down. She knew Owen's stubbornness often came from a place of caring for Darian, so she tolerated him. For instance, Owen didn't want Darian to fall for her because he thought she'd be a weakness. But Owen didn't realize she could also be Darian's strength.
Darian looked at Cecily and smiled. "You're silly."
Cecily frowned. "First, you call me short, now silly. What am I, short and silly?"
Darian patted her on the head. "Alright, my bad. You can hit me or scold me."
Cecily huffed. "I'll save it for later. When you're better, I'll give you a good lesson."
Darian chuckled. "A good lesson? How?"
Cecily raised her hand to cover his face. "Don't use your handsome face to say things like that. It's unfair."
As they headed back to the ward, they passed Freya's ward and heard her crying.
"Dad, tell me the truth. Did Cecily kill Mom? Was it her?"
Cecily didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Freya's voice was loud enough to be heard.
"No, she was downstairs. I saw it. It wasn't her. Calm down."
"Dad, I am calm. I just want to know how Mom really died. I don't believe she jumped. Someone must have pushed her. Dad, please find the culprit."
Freya was being indirect, but Cecily knew she was being accused. She felt nothing; she was used to false accusations.
"Isn't that Mr. Fitzgerald and Miss Watson?" Some reporters with equipment rushed over.
Reporters weren't supposed to get in. How did they manage it?
Darian grabbed Cecily's hand, shielding her. Just as the reporters got close, bodyguards appeared, blocking them.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Watson."
"Our boss and Miss Watson do not accept interviews," a bodyguard said coldly.
"Let's go," Darian said, pulling Cecily away.
The reporters watched them leave but headed to Freya's ward, hoping for an interview. They didn't need to go in; the voices inside were enough.
"Dad, promise me you'll find the culprit. Mom's death wasn't a suicide. It must have been Vivienne and Cecily. They could easily do it."
"Freya, listen. Your mother was pushed, but it wasn't them."
"No, it was them. You're covering for them because you love Vivienne, right?" Freya was hysterical.
Bryan tried to comfort her, but it was no use.
The reporters at the door felt they had a big scoop. They knocked and carefully pushed the door open.
"Mr. Whitaker, Miss Cruz, can we have an interview about the recent events?"
"We do not accept interviews. Leave," Bryan said, frowning.
"I accept," Freya said through gritted teeth. "Someone killed my mother. It was Cecily and Vivienne. They pushed her. I demand an explanation. Why did I save her child, and she still did that to my mother?"
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