Chapter 499 It Took Him Eighteen Years to Return to Her
Bryan shook his head and gave a bitter smile.
Under normal circumstances, he might have believed it, but at that moment, when Vivienne said Cecily was his biological daughter, he believed she was just lying to prevent him from exchanging Cecily for Freya.
Although he didn't believe it, this time, he admitted he was wrong.
He shouldn't have used Cecily to exchange for Freya.
In fact, he knew in his heart that those people's real target was Cecily, and they kidnapped Freya just to exchange for Cecily.
He understood that perfectly; he just wasn't willing to gamble. He couldn't risk those people doing something worse to Freya, nor could he afford to gamble on whether Freya might actually die in their hands.
He knew, too, that no one but him could save Freya, so at that moment, his only option was to use Cecily to buy some time.
Bryan pressed his chest, his mind flashing back to the moment Cecily was caught by the kidnappers, the look in her eyes, and what she said, "Bryan, if I die here today, remember, you have a part in my death."
Yes, if Cecily really died, he would be the murderer who personally sent her to her death.
The more he thought about it, the more painful and suffocating it became.
Informed that Cecily had been sent to the hospital, Vivienne stumbled in, her usually elegant and noble demeanor gone, her hair disheveled, and her face full of anxiety.
Bryan saw Vivienne approach and knew she wanted to scream at him, hit him, even kill him if she could. He was braced for it, ready to face whatever wrath she aimed at him.
But when Vivienne came over, she directly ignored him.
Bryan stood frozen in place.
Vivienne dashed past him, not even casting a glance his way, as if he were nothing more than a ghost.
Bryan trembled. Watching Vivienne behave this way, he would have preferred her anger or insults. Instead, she chose to completely disregard him.
Vivienne's eyes were fixed on the closed door of the operating room. She turned her head in panic to look at Darian standing nearby.
She reached out, grabbed Darian's arm, and moved her lips, asking, "Darian, where is Cecily? How is she?
"Say something!"
Darian stood there, clenching his fists. He was like an old machine; no matter how much Vivienne hit him, he couldn't respond.
After a long time, in a hoarse voice, he said, "I don't know."
"Don't know? How can you not know? What did the doctor say?" Vivienne looked at Darian, seeing his hands covered in blood and smelling the strong scent of blood on him.
Even when she grabbed Darian's arm just now, her hand was stained with red blood.
Vivienne opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.
She couldn't help but think, 'Darian didn't seem to be seriously injured.
'So whose blood is on him?
'Is it Cecily's?'
The people she sent with Darian only told her that Cecily had been sent to the hospital, but no one told her the specifics.
But now, seeing Darian's state, she realized that Cecily's condition might be critical.
But exactly how?
No one answered her.
Every minute and second waiting outside the operating room was excruciatingly painful.
Darian fought to keep his emotions in check, feeling as though he was on the brink of losing his mind.
Larkin had come and gone, quietly dealing with the aftermath of the day's events.
At a distance, Blaise lingered by the end of the corridor, leaning against the window as he chain-smoked. By the time his last cigarette burned out, Cecily still hadn't emerged from the operating room.
During this time, Cassian came to report the situation.
Blaise didn't speak, seemingly not hearing.
Cassian had to muster the courage to report again, and Blaise only responded, "Better to kill by mistake than to let go."
"Including Evander? He seems to be friends with Cecily."
Blaise coldly stubbed out his cigarette and asked icily, "Wasn't it after he came that things went wrong? Doesn't he deserve to die?"
Cassian understood and quickly left.
Everyone present today was under Blaise's control.
Including Darian's bodyguards, who hadn't had time to get in the car.
Who could guarantee that there were no Josep's people among the Fitzgerald family's bodyguards? No one knew who fired that shot, so no one could leave until it was found out.
After Cassian left, Blaise returned to staring at the operating room door, silent.
Sometimes he really felt that Cecily had suffered too much.
Cecily was abandoned by the Watson family in her teens, unloved and uncared for. The only person who treated her well, Matilda, eventually took off her false mask and completely betrayed and abandoned her.
Cecily once thought that marrying Darian would be the start of a new life, but it turned out to be a new torment. Her husband didn't love her, and Owen transferred all the hatred he should have had for Vivienne onto her.
Later, she was slandered and forced to return to the country after five years abroad, and she fought desperately to protect herself and her two children.
Now she had found her mother, knew who her father was, and the people she loved also loved her. She should have been happy.
But fate still wouldn't let her go.
Blaise sighed, his gaze dropping as he was flooded with memories of Cecily at the age of six.
What Cecily looked like at six was a blur now; all he remembered was a small girl in a beautiful princess dress, looking every bit the cherished child of loving parents.
Her eyes were clear and pure, and when she looked at him with her big eyes, it seemed like stars were hidden in them, full of innocence and beauty.
She bent down to look at him and said, "Little beggar, do you want to come home with me? I have lots of delicious food at home, and you won't have to beg anymore."
At the time, Blaise thought Cecily’s words were rather irritating. Dressed in her pristine little dress, she looked like a spotless little princess. He wickedly imagined tossing her into a mud puddle.
Yet this cheeky Cecily, looking like a little schemer, had pulled out a chocolate bar and said, "I need a big brother. Do you want to come to my house and be my brother? I'll protect you, so you won't get bullied."
For reasons he couldn't quite explain, nine-year-old Blaise had, for once, said yes.
Cecily had beamed with delight, declaring that she had found a brother.
But in the end, Blaise didn't go home with her. Cecily had been sad for a long time, but she continued to visit him, bringing him pocket money and snacks. She chattered away like a little sparrow, promising to care for him and protect him.
Nine-year-old Blaise first felt warmth from six-year-old Cecily.
At that time, he thought, 'How could six-year-old Cecily protect me? It should be me protecting her.'
Cecily wasn't wrong. The day she left the Fitzgerald family, he saved her, and it was never a coincidence.
He spent eighteen years gaining enough power to protect her and return to her side. From then on, he was willing to be her shadow, standing behind her, always protecting her.
Blaise rubbed his fingerless hand, his eyes darkening.
If he could go back in time, he would definitely take Cecily away from the Watson family. He thought, 'If that were the case, would her fate have been different from the start?'
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