Chapter 510 Bryan Sees Freya's True Colors
Darian took a sip of water and slowly said, "They say all those kidnappers were taken by a man named Blaise, and their whereabouts are still unknown."
Hearing this, Josep finally breathed a sigh of relief. "So that's how it is. What a pity, otherwise we could have found out who was behind it all."
Darian let out a light chuckle and cast a cold gaze at Josep. "No rush, we'll find them. It's only a matter of time."
Josep forced a smile, feeling that Darian's words always had a hidden meaning. But since his men were indeed taken by Blaise, he believed Darian hadn't discovered anything yet, which eased his anxiety a bit.
Seeing the cold sweat on Josep's forehead, Darian found it increasingly ironic.
Was Josep scared now?
Everything was just beginning.
Having finished everything, Darian intended to go. He stood up to leave. "I need to get back to the hospital. I'm leaving now."
"Aren't you staying at home?"
"No." Darian said and walked out. He happened to run into Sawyer coming in. Darian glanced at Sawyer, who thought Darian was going to say something, but Darian said nothing and left directly.
After getting into the car, Darian glanced at Freya, who was tied up and trembling in the back seat. He coldly said, "Drive."
Freya, with tears streaming down her face, knelt towards Darian, her mouth gagged, mumbling something that seemed like begging for mercy.
However, Darian ignored her.
When Freya saw the car head back to the hospital, her heart sank. She was sent back to the hospital, where she would continue to endure the daily painful "treatments."
Darian intended to torture her to death.
The car stopped, and Darian glanced at Freya beside him. Two bodyguards came over to untie her.
Freya, now free, burst into tears and threw herself at Darian.
"Darian, no, Mr. Fitzgerald, I was wrong. I'm truly sorry. Please let me go."
"Let you go?" Darian sneered. "Weren't you still thinking of marrying me?"
Freya didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"No, I'm not worthy, I don't dare anymore. Please let me go, I beg you. I've been tortured for so many days, isn't that enough?"
Darian found it laughable.
Enough?
This was just the beginning. What she had suffered couldn't even begin to offset the harm she had done to Cecily.
Darian cruelly said, "Not enough, far from enough. Even if you paid with your life, it wouldn't be enough. Freya, everyone has to pay for their actions. When you wanted to kill Cecily, you should have thought of this day."
Freya's face turned deathly pale, and she collapsed to the ground.
Darian opened the car door and got out. Freya was dragged out by two bodyguards and sent back to the ward.
Bryan was waiting for Freya in the ward. He had seen the video Darian sent him.
When Bryan saw Darian's men dragging Freya back, his heavy gaze fell on her.
Freya, seeing Bryan, disregarded everything and knelt before him without hesitation. "Dad, save me, please save me."
Freya rolled up her sleeves, revealing her arms covered in bloody wounds. These wounds were originally from the day she was kidnapped and should have healed by now, but they looked even worse.
Clearly, this was all Darian's doing.
Darian didn't want Freya's wounds to heal, so they never would.
As Bryan sat in the chair, his eyes flashed with a moment of reluctance, but remembering that everything that day was a play orchestrated by Freya and Josep, his anger couldn't be contained.
He had exchanged Cecily for her, only to find out it was all an act.
Josep was testing Darian, but why did she agree to Josep? To take the opportunity to kill Cecily, perhaps.
Bryan looked at Freya, utterly disappointed.
Freya wailed in pain, begging for help, but Bryan remained unmoved. He looked up at Darian and said, "Let me talk to her alone."
Darian said nothing and turned to leave.
The ward was left with only the angry and disappointed Bryan and the sobbing Freya.
Realizing that Bryan didn't come to her aid, Freya concluded that he must have seen the video that Darian had sent him.
"Dad." Freya cautiously looked up at Bryan, her voice trembling with hesitation.
Bryan kept his eyes on her. "Everything in that video is true, right?"
Freya bit her lip hard, tears streaming down her face. "Dad, it's not what you think."
"Then what is it? Am I really that stupid, thinking you were in danger and trying everything to save you, only to find out it was all an act?" Bryan laughed bitterly and sarcastically.
He had become a complete enemy of Vivienne for Freya.
He had caused Cecily serious injury and even the death of her child for Freya.
In the end, he had been played like a fool.
"Dad, I can explain. I had no choice. Even if I didn't agree to Josep, he wouldn't have let me go. I had no choice but to listen to him."
"So you're saying you were forced? Can you say you didn't want to kill Cecily at all?" Bryan asked, heartbroken, as Freya continued to defend herself.
"Yes, I wanted to kill her. She killed Mom, and I hate her."
"Jennifer wasn't killed by her. How many times do I have to tell you before you believe it? Don't blame others for your own malicious thoughts. You always think you have an excuse."
For the first time, Bryan spoke to Freya with such sharp and harsh words. Freya cried even more desperately, her eyes filled with hatred, as if the whole world had betrayed her.
"Why does Darian protect Cecily, and you always protect her? Why do you all think she's good? I'm your daughter. How can you call me malicious for an outsider?" Freya's hoarse voice questioned loudly, as if she were the most wronged, wanting to shout out all her grievances.
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