Chapter 508 Freya Went to See Josep
After hearing Blaise's words, Vivienne was already in tears, her nails digging into her palms, trembling uncontrollably, her palms already a bloody red.
"It's my fault." Vivienne said.
She only thought about her hatred for Bryan, only about getting revenge on Bryan, but never considered Cecily's feelings.
As Blaise gazed upon the tearful figure of Vivienne before him, his eyes betrayed a complete absence of sympathy.
Half of Cecily's pain was brought to her by Vivienne herself.
What was she crying for? The one who should be crying was Cecily.
"Aunt Vivienne." Aurelie, with red eyes, quickly bent down to support Vivienne.
Vivienne only felt waves of pain in her stomach. She had been taking medication before, which she could control, but now the medication was useless.
Observing Vivienne's deteriorating complexion, which was turning pale, Aurelie swiftly turned her gaze to Blaise. "Stop speaking," she said firmly. "Nobody wants to witness Cecily in such distress."
Vivienne shook her head and closed her eyes. "He's right, he's absolutely right. I ruined Cecily. It's all my fault."
She coughed painfully a few times, a metallic taste rising in her throat.
Aurelie called Gary to take Vivienne back first; Vivienne's condition looked really bad.
After they left, Darian looked at Blaise. "Did you know Cecily before?"
"Yes, a long time ago, long before you. Does it hurt?"
After venting his anger on everyone, Blaise much better and turned to leave.
When Larkin ran over, he saw Darian sitting alone outside the ward, not going in, just sitting there.
If it weren't for urgent news to report, Larkin wouldn't dare approach the sullen Darian now.
"Boss, Freya knocked out the nurse who was changing her medication, put on the nurse's clothes, slipped past the bodyguards, and escaped."
Darian's tense face showed no other expression. "Have you found her?"
"Yes, she got into a taxi and headed towards the Fitzgerald Manor. It looks like she's going to ask Josep for help."
Darian's eyes deepened. After a few seconds, he stood up and quickly walked out.
At this moment, Freya was curled up in the back seat of a taxi, trembling all over.
The driver glanced at Vivienne and couldn't help but wonder if he had picked up someone who was mentally unstable.
"Sir, can you drive faster? Please drive faster. Faster!" Freya kept repeating this.
The driver glanced at Freya through the rearview mirror and said, "Miss, I'm already driving very fast. If I go any faster, I'll be speeding. What's so urgent?"
"Someone wants to kill me."
The driver was shocked. "You're being chased? Then call the police, I'll help you call the police."
"No, don't call the police." Freya didn't dare call the police; she was already in the wrong and didn't dare call the police.
At this moment, she saw through the rearview mirror that the car behind was catching up. It was Darian's men's car; she recognized it.
Freya's face turned pale instantly, constantly looking back. "Drive faster."
"I'm already driving very fast." The driver was getting impatient with the urging.
"I told you to drive faster! Faster!" Freya's eyes widened in anger, holding a fruit knife to the driver's neck. "Drive faster, do you hear me!"
The driver's back instantly went cold, pressing tightly against the seat.
Damn.
He really picked up a crazy woman!
Freya screamed, "Faster, drive faster, or I'll kill you!"
"Okay, I'll drive faster, calm down." The driver was really afraid Freya would do something crazy, so he immediately sped up.
Freya swiftly rolled up all the windows, as if closing them off would provide her with a sense of security.
What should have been a half-hour drive was compressed into just over ten minutes under Freya's pressure.
When they arrived at the Fitzgerald Manor, Freya pushed open the car door and rushed out, running inside.
Everything was done under Josep's orders; only Josep could save her.
Freya didn't want to die; she wanted to live. She had to tell Josep that Darian hadn't lost his memory and ask Josep to protect her. Only then would she have a chance to survive; otherwise, she would be tortured to death.
"Help, someone! Open the door!" Freya cried.
It was already dark, and Freya kept running inside. When she saw the two bodyguards at the Fitzgerald Manor gate, she immediately rushed up and grabbed one of them. "Let me in, I need to see Josep."
The bodyguard looked at the disheveled, panicked Freya and pushed her away in disgust. "Where did this crazy woman come from? Get lost."
"I'm Freya, I've been to the Fitzgerald Manor before, don't you recognize me? I need to see Josep, I have something important to tell him, please, let me in."
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance. Josep had instructed them not to let anyone in during this period, especially an unknown woman. How could they let her in?
"Get lost, you can't just come in here."
"I really know Josep, I really have something urgent to tell him."
The bodyguards ignored Freya. Freya didn't know what to do. At this moment, she saw Olivia wandering around inside. She quickly shouted, "Aunt Olivia."
Olivia stared at Freya and saw her deathly pale face. Olivia's mouth instantly dropped open.
Just as Freya thought Olivia recognized her, Olivia suddenly screamed, "A ghost! A ghost is here! The female ghost is here again, Josep, the female ghost is here to find me again."
Olivia screamed and ran inside, leaving Freya stunned.
Just as she was about to say something, a familiar cold feeling approached from behind. Freya turned around and was instantly horrified.
Darian had somehow already stood behind her. Freya collapsed to the ground. "Darian."
Olivia, who had just run inside, alarmed Josep in the living room. Josep walked out irritably, and Freya's eyes lit up with hope again.
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