Chapter 511 Has Bryan Finally Stopped Caring About Freya?
"You never realized your mistake from beginning to end."
Bryan looked at Freya, who always thought she was right, finding it difficult to comprehend how she had transformed into the person she had become.
Freya gritted her teeth, saying, "I was just avenging my mom!"
Unable to reason with her, Bryan had nothing more to say.
He had done everything he should and shouldn't have. For Freya, he had truly done his utmost for her.
"If you want to keep thinking that way, go ahead. I have no other way."
With that, Bryan, completely disappointed in Freya, was about to leave the ward.
Upon hearing Bryan's words, which hinted at his indifference towards her, Freya panicked. "Dad, don't go. Are you not going to care about me anymore? I'm your daughter, Dad."
Freya knew that only Bryan could save her now. If Bryan didn't care about her, she didn't know what to do.
So she couldn't let Bryan abandon her.
Freya crawled towards Bryan. "Dad, I know I was wrong. Please don't abandon me. If even you don't want me, I'll be all alone in this world. Darian won't let me go. I admit I hate Cecily and wanted to use this opportunity to harm her.
But Dad, if I didn't agree to Josep, he wouldn't have let me go either. Think about it, when Josep found me, I was surrounded by his people, and I was all alone. Even if I didn't agree, I would have been taken away. I had no choice. I had to agree to protect myself. Was I wrong?
Or do you think I should have resisted and ended up being captured and beaten?"
Freya clutched her chest, crying in pain and despair.
She rolled up her sleeve, crying, "Dad, if you don't care about me, Darian will torture me to death. He sends people to torment me every day. My wounds barely scab over before they're reopened, over and over. It hurts so much. I really hurt. I'll die here.
Dad, you had promised my mom that you would protect me no matter what. Have you forgotten? Please don't abandon me. I don't want to die. I'm willing to go back to Riverview. I really am. I don't want to stay here anymore."
Freya burst into tears, shaking her head as her tears flew through the air in clear arcs.
Bryan listened to Freya's words, his inner conflict reaching its peak. He closed his eyes deeply.
Outside, Larkin glanced into the ward and, after a moment of thought, asked, "Boss, do you think Mr. Whitaker will stop caring about Freya this time?"
Darian, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes but didn't speak.
After a long while, Darian finally answered, "I don't know."
Bryan had raised Freya for so many years and had long considered her his own daughter. To truly abandon her and leave her here to die, he might still be unable to do it.
Larkin pressed her lips together, feeling sorry for Cecily.
In fact, just as a father, Bryan had done his best. It was just that the person he loved was wrong. If he had always loved and protected Cecily, she would have been so happy.
Cecily had never enjoyed such fatherly love, which was truly regrettable.
"Keep an eye on Freya."
Darian had no intention of staying any longer. He left after giving an order.
At this moment, Bryan opened the ward door and walked out. He said nothing, left with a stern face, leaving Freya alone, sitting on the ground, clutching her chest and crying her heart out.
Larkin blinked. Had Bryan really decided to abandon Freya this time?
The next morning, Vivienne still had Gary bring her to the ward door, waiting for Cecily to be willing to see them.
Darian had also stayed at the door all night.
A slight sound of the door opening broke the quiet morning.
Instantly, everyone stood up straight.
"Cecily?"
Cecily, in her hospital gown, stood at the door, her cold hand gripping the doorknob. It looked light, but her fingers were white at the knuckles.
Cecily's face was still very pale. A ray of sunlight fell on her pale face, without a trace of warmth. She pressed her dry lips together, her hoarse voice softly saying, "Don't worry, I won't give up on myself."
Cecily said this without any expression.
She knew she couldn't give up on herself. There were too many things unresolved. Even for the sake of the child she lost, she had to pull herself together despite her grief.
Vivienne's eyes were red.
Hearing Cecily's words, she should have felt relieved. But she didn't.
Vivienne only felt more suffocated. Cecily seemed to be forcing herself to stand up and tell everyone, "I'm fine," but whether she was really fine, only she knew.
Darian stepped forward and picked Cecily up. "Go back to bed and lie down."
Having just woken up last night and with her wounds still unhealed, Cecily indeed had no strength to support herself.
Back in the hospital bed, Cecily grabbed Darian's hand, saying, "I want to see Evander."
Darian paused slightly. Without asking why, he said "okay" and then instructed someone to prepare breakfast. "Eat breakfast first, then you'll have the strength."
Cecily lightly pressed her lips together. "You don't have to be so careful in persuading me. There are still many things to do. I will recover quickly. I will eat well."
Darian, heartbroken for the strong-willed Cecily, gently stroked her soft hair, responding with difficulty.
Vivienne stood behind, watching, covering her mouth and sobbing softly.
"Mom." Cecily said.
Vivienne quickly wiped her tears and walked to Cecily's side, holding her hand tightly. "I'm here."
"I'm really fine now. No longer in danger. I'll recover slowly. Don't worry."
The more Vivienne heard these words, the more she felt she had failed as a mother. Cecily still had to comfort her and tell her not to worry.
Vivienne's lips trembled. "Cecily, I'm sorry. It's my fault."
Cecily lowered her eyes. "Mom, this has nothing to do with you. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself."
"No, it's my fault. Cecily, the person I owe the most in my life is you. It's all my fault."
"Mom, don't say that." Cecily looked at the deeply remorseful Vivienne, not knowing how to comfort her.
She didn't know who to blame either. Maybe she could only blame her own bad luck.
Larkin soon brought breakfast. Since no one had eaten, he bought a lot.
Darian personally took the meal box, intending to feed Cecily. Cecily refused, took it herself, and seeing the dark circles under Darian's eyes, she realized he probably hadn't rested well or eaten properly during her coma.
Vivienne was the same. Cecily noticed that Vivienne seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
Cecily asked everyone to have breakfast with her. Vivienne's stomach was uncomfortable, but to avoid Cecily noticing, she ate quite a bit.
After breakfast, Cecily reached for the phone beside her. Darian looked at her and said, "Rest well, don't look at your phone yet."
"I've rested enough. It's time to deal with things."
Cecily turned on her phone, and the first thing that popped up was a bunch of missed calls. She found Evander's number and, after looking at it, frowned slightly.
"Darian, how long did it take you to find me that day?"
Darian's eyes swept over Cecily's face. After thinking for a moment, he said, "A little over an hour. Why?"
Cecily's brow twitched, and her eyes showed a hint of understanding.
Evander arrived quickly, but he was brought by Blaise's people. He was still wearing the same clothes from that day, with a few dried bloodstains on his white shirt, looking particularly jarring.
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