Chapter 491 Cecily Is Your Biological Daughter
"Don't worry. Hand over the person we want, and your daughter will be fine."
Bryan got an address on his phone. Steven said, "Send her here. Once we have her, you can take your daughter. No tricks; she's barely hanging on."
"Let me see my daughter. I need to know she's alive," Bryan demanded.
"She's with us. You have no leverage."
"I know who you really want. Let me see my daughter." Bryan wasn't easy to manipulate, even under pressure.
Steven paused, then sent a photo of Freya, barely alive but still breathing, covered in wounds.
"You bastards!"
Steven sneered, "You know handing her over is a death sentence, yet you'll still do it. Doesn't that make you a bastard too?"
Steven hung up. Bryan tried calling back, but it was no use.
Bryan looked at the unconscious Cecily, guilt overwhelming him. He pounded the steering wheel in frustration.
Yes, they were bastards, but what did that make him?
But he had no choice. If he didn't save Freya, who would?
Bryan started the car and headed to the address.
The sky was overcast, and a steady drizzle created a foggy scene.
The address was in a remote place, with endless trees and a narrow path. It was desolate and dangerous, but Bryan had to take Cecily alone.
There couldn't be any surveillance, so Bryan tried to memorize landmarks.
Meanwhile, Darian tracked Bryan's car, but the surveillance only showed the direction he had gone, not the exact location. Darian had to narrow down the area and search for him.
Such a large operation didn't go unnoticed by Josep.
After Mark's report, Josep asked, "Did Darian really do that?"
"Yes, and the media picked up on it, with extensive coverage. We don't know if Darian knows Bryan is using Cecily to exchange for Freya. So we can't tell if Darian is trying to save Freya or find Cecily."
Josep sipped his wine. "Who do you think he's trying to save?"
Mark shook his head. "I can't be sure. Freya is publicly known as Darian's fiancée. It makes sense for him to save her to keep up appearances. It'd be odd if he didn't."
Percy, who was standing nearby, smirked. "We'll know who he's really after once we get Cecily."
Josep smiled and clinked his glass with Percy's. "You're right."
When Bryan arrived at the location, he got out and scanned the area. No one was in sight.
His phone rang from a different unknown number.
Bryan answered, "I've done what you asked. Where's my daughter?"
"Don't rush. Put Cecily down and leave. We'll tell you her location."
"Why should I trust you?" Bryan looked around but found no clues.
The rain hadn't stopped, and the cold drops made him feel alert.
"We only want the person most important to Darian. We won't kill indiscriminately. Besides, we know who you are and don't want to make an enemy out of you."
Bryan was silent for a moment, his voice low and angry. "Send me my daughter's location."
After hanging up, Bryan looked at Cecily in the back seat, still hesitant.
His phone rang with a familiar ringtone. It was Vivienne.
Vivienne hadn't stopped calling. When Bryan saw the phone constantly vibrating, he finally gave in and answered.
Vivienne's hoarse voice came through immediately. "Bryan, where are you? Where did you take Cecily? Is she still with you?"
Bryan gripped the phone tightly but remained silent.
"I'm asking you, is Cecily still with you? Answer me!
"Say something."
"Yes, she is."
Bryan leaned against the car, dizzy, the cold rain hitting his face, but his mind was clear.
Taking a deep breath, Bryan said, "Vivienne, I'm sorry. If I don't save Freya, she'll die. I have to save her."
"And what about Cecily? If you hand her over, won't she be as good as dead?
"I'm begging you, let's find another way. Cecily is pregnant. She can't endure any torture. Please, Bryan, give her back to me. Please."
Vivienne's voice trembled with desperation.
This was the first time Bryan had heard Vivienne, usually so proud, speak to him like this.
When Bryan heard Cecily was pregnant, he looked at her in the car, the struggle in his eyes intensifying.
Cecily was pregnant. The consequences of handing her over were unimaginable.
"Bryan, don't you want to know if Cecily is your biological daughter?
I'm telling you now, she is. She is your biological daughter. Do you hear me?
Cecily is your biological daughter."
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