Chapter 452 Freya Looked as If She Were Dead
"My mom doesn't want to tell Bryan, and he wouldn't believe it anyway, so just keep it to yourself."
Cecily had no more expectations.
Darian gently stroked Cecily's cheek. When he saw her sad face, he said, "Don't be sad, you still have me."
Whenever Darian saw Cecily's sad face, his heart ached.
Cecily quickly adjusted her mood, lifted her head, and gave Darian a gentle smile.
"After dealing with Freya, it's Josep's turn," Cecily said. "We need to go to Fitzgerald Manor tomorrow."
The person who pushed Jennifer down the building and tried to frame her still hadn't been found.
Although the video didn't clearly show who pushed Jennifer, they already knew who it was. Cecily was confident she could make that person confess.
Once the matter was explained, online public opinion immediately changed.
Freya was hiding in her ward, too afraid to go out or go online.
At the Fitzgerald family, Josep watched the news and shook his head. "What a useless waste."
"She really is a waste. We set everything up for her, and she still failed," Aurelia said with a pout.
Josep took a sip of tea and put down the cup. "Her little brain is only good enough to fool you."
"Dad, they tricked me last time because I trusted them too much. Why do you keep bringing it up?"
Josep ignored Aurelia, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong and felt uneasy.
Jennifer's video had reached Cecily. Cecily and Darian must have noticed the hand that pushed Jennifer. Since they had noticed, they would suspect them.
But they were just suspicious, Josep wasn't afraid. He was only worried they might find some evidence.
Now that they had dealt with Freya, they would definitely turn their attention to him.
Josep frowned and felt a bit worried.
"Dad, what are you thinking about?" Aurelia asked, seeing Josep frown and shake his head.
"Nothing. Freya is still useful. Make sure to visit her more often, and don't forget to tell her what I instructed you last time."
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll go to the hospital with Mom to see her tomorrow."
"Good." Josep waved his hand. "You can go now. Call Mark Jackson in for me."
Mark was Josep's subordinate, he always helped him with shady business and rarely appeared in public.
Soon, Mark, dressed in black and wearing a black hat, walked in. "Sir, you called for me?"
"Did the reporters I asked you to arrange to cause trouble notice anything unusual?"
Mark quickly shook his head. "They took the money and have been very obedient. So far, nothing unusual has been noticed. We paid them in cash, so even if they were investigated, nothing can be traced back to us."
Josep squinted. "That's good. Keep an eye on them and make sure they don't talk. Also, continue to monitor Darian and Cecily."
"Yes, sir."
"You can go now."
After giving his instructions to Mark, Josep leaned back, resting his head on the sofa, repeatedly thinking about whether he had missed any details.
The next morning.
Aurelia and Olivia arrived at Freya's ward with a large bouquet of flowers.
Last night's commotion had almost exhausted all of Freya's energy, worsening her already injured condition.
The room was silent. Freya lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Her face was as pale as paper, and looked extremely frightening. Aurelia was startled.
"Freya?" Aurelia cautiously bent down and gently pushed Freya's shoulder.
"Freya?"
"Freya."
Freya didn't respond at all. It was as if she were dead.
Aurelia turned her head in horror.
"Mom, do you think Freya is dead? She isn't responding at all."
Olivia also felt creeped out by Freya's pale face. "Don't talk nonsense. If she were dead, she wouldn't be in the ward."
"Then why isn't she responding at all?"
Aurelia turned her head, wanting to call Freya again. But as soon as she turned, she was met with a pair of bloodshot, hollow eyes, paired with that pale face, and she screamed.
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