Chapter 450 The Person Who Drove Her to Death Is You
Larkin quickly played the video onto the laptop and cranked up the volume so everyone could hear.
"Bryan, take care of Freya on my behalf."
Jennifer's voice played, and Freya looked up. "Mom."
The video showed Jennifer's final words on the rooftop.
"About what happened to Cecily, you'll find out eventually, but Freya had no idea. It was all me. Don't blame her. For all the years she called you 'Dad.' Please take care of her. After I'm gone, she'll only have you.
Freya, I messed up. I can't escape it. Only by leaving can I protect you. Take care of yourself."
When the video ended, everyone was silent except for Freya, who was sobbing and clutching her chest.
The video didn't show who had pushed Jennifer, avoiding more speculation and conspiracy theories.
The priority was to calm the online uproar, not stir more trouble.
It took a moment for everyone to process what they had seen.
"So Jennifer killed herself. She did something to Cecily, knew she'd be caught, and ended it."
"Now it makes sense. Freya and Jennifer hurt Cecily. Cecily found out and didn't appreciate Freya's help. Jennifer knew she was exposed and couldn't handle the pressure, so she killed herself."
Everyone pieced it together.
"So what does this have to do with Cecily? She's a victim, too."
"The video about Jennifer showed Freya had nothing to do with her death. Freya's innocent."
Someone couldn't hold back. "Are you serious? Jennifer said Freya didn't know, but Freya admitted she hurt Cecily before the video played. Jennifer was covering for her. Did you see Freya's panic? She knew."
Everyone's sympathy for Freya vanished.
Freya and Jennifer hurt Cecily, and Jennifer couldn't handle the guilt, so she jumped. It must've been serious.
Freya sat on the floor, laughing bitterly. "So what? Cecily, you still drove my mom to her death."
Cecily's gaze was cold. "Was it us? Your actions drove her to it."
Freya laughed coldly. "And? I didn't plan to hurt your son. I saved him. I'm your family's savior. You can't change that."
Cecily walked over and squatted in front of her. Freya shrank back.
Cecily said, "Yes, you're right. You didn't hurt my kids because you knew they were the Fitzgerald family's children. You didn't expect them to be with me that day, and you didn't expect someone else to use your plan against you."
But you were smart enough to know that if my child died, you'd be done for. So you changed your plan and risked your life to save my child, hoping to become the Fitzgerald family's savior.
These were all your plans and changes, and they led to your current situation.
Freya, you claim we drove your mom to her death. Yes, you're right. When you harm others, you must bear the consequences. In other words, when you did this foolish thing, you drove yourselves into a dead end. So, I want to know whose stupid plan this was. Maybe it was yours."
Cecily didn't continue speaking.
Their plan was risky, and Jennifer was more clear-headed and cautious than Freya.
So the plan was probably Freya's idea, and Jennifer didn't stop her, letting her go through with it and ultimately taking all the responsibility for her.
So who really drove Jennifer to her death? It was Freya herself.
Cecily's words hit Freya like a heavy punch to the chest.
Freya suddenly started laughing maniacally, like she had gone mad. "It was me! It was me!"
The plan was her idea, and Jennifer died for her.
Tears streamed down. She hated. She hated so much. She hated Cecily, and she hated herself.
Cecily silently looked down at Freya and slowly stood up.
Freya was sad, unfortunate, and pitiful. These words were enough to describe her at this moment.
But she brought all this upon herself. So she didn't deserve any sympathy.
Everyone watched Freya, who was crying and laughing on the floor. Some still couldn't bear it and wanted to speak up for her, "But no matter what, she did save someone, right?"
This time, the person was immediately met with opposition from others.
"Does doing one good deed erase all the bad ones? And Cecily said at the beginning that the danger they faced was caused by Freya. Without Freya's mischief, there would have been no danger. Without them creating danger, there would have been no need for her to risk her life to save Cecily's son. So it's already good enough that Cecily doesn't hate her."
Hearing these words, Freya just sat on the floor, holding the laptop, watching Jennifer over and over again.
Outside, Bryan and Vivienne stood together, having watched the whole thing. Bryan was silent for a long time before finally looking at Vivienne and asking, "Is it over now? Can it end?"
Vivienne smiled faintly. "You sound like you're blaming me for bullying your precious daughter."
Bryan smiled silently.
"Do you remember the first time I met Freya? She was only seven or eight years old, standing next to Jennifer, holding a worn-out doll, looking at me with those wet eyes, and said, 'Uncle, I don't have a dad. Can you be my dad?'
It was the tenth year since you left me. I looked at her and thought if you were still here and if our child were still here, our child would be more beautiful and happier than Freya because she would be our child. I would give her all my love and make her the happiest child in the world. But you didn't give me that chance. So, I thought, let me give it to this poor child.
Later, I found you. I knew all of Jennifer and Freya's schemes, and I knew you didn't like them, but I didn't make Jennifer and Freya leave. Maybe it was also to let you experience the anger and torment I went through all these years."
Vivienne listened and finally gave a cold smile. "You talked so much. What are you trying to express? Are you still feeling sorry for Freya, blaming me for hurting your precious daughter?"
Bryan's eyes always held complex emotions. He opened his mouth and closed it, hesitating for a long time before finally saying, "Recently, someone told me that our child is still alive, and she is Cecily."
Vivienne's heart tightened, and Bryan looked deeply at her. "So, is she?"
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