Chapter 515 Cecily's Counterattack
"Dad."
A sense of uneasiness welled up within Freya's heart. Did Bryan mean to give her ten million dollars and then never care about her again?
"Dad, are you abandoning me?"
Freya tightly clutched Bryan's arm, unwilling to let go.
"Dad, please don't abandon me. I’m sorry. I won't make the same mistake again. You're my last family in this world. Without you, I really don't know what to do."
Tears streamed down Freya‘s face pitifully .
Frowning, Bryan pushed Freya's hand away. "I've done everything I can for you. Go, and don't come back."
"Dad."
"Go!" Bryan shouted.
Freya didn't dare stay any longer. Darian's people might catch up soon, and if she stayed, she wouldn't be able to leave.
She believed Bryan was just angry. Once this matter blew over and he calmed down, he would forgive her again.
She would find a way to soften Bryan's heart in the future.
Sniffling, Freya wiped away her tears and said, "Dad, I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself."
Bryan turned his face away and waved his hand, signaling her to leave quickly.
Freya dared not to delay any longer and hurriedly walked towards the airport.
Bryan had assigned two bodyguards to escort Freya back to Riverview. Sitting in the car, Bryan tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh.
"Sam, do you think what I did was right or wrong?"
Sam, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at Bryan. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "As a father, you want to protect your daughter, and there's nothing wrong with that, but..."
Sam pressed his lips together, hesitating to continue.
But from an outsider's perspective, he was wrong. He was repeatedly indulging Freya.
Everyone had to pay for their mistakes, but Freya, protected by Bryan, kept escaping punishment and became even more reckless.
This time, she helped Josep stage a kidnapping to harm Cecily. What about next time? This time, Cecily wasn't killed, but what if she was next time? What would Bryan do then?
As an outsider, Sam didn't say much more.
Freya walked quickly, wanting to get on the private jet as soon as possible. Only when the plane took off would she feel safe.
Otherwise, her heart kept pounding with fear.
The private jet was just ahead, and the tarmac was calm. Freya's eyes sparkled, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face.
She was about to board the plane and leave. Darian and Cecily wouldn't be able to do anything to her.
Great.
Freya smiled and quickened her pace.
Just as she was about to board, she heard a series of hurried, determined footsteps behind her.
Freya turned around. Seeing no one else on the tarmac, she immediately saw a group of tall, muscular bodyguards in black suits coming towards her.
As she turned, she locked eyes with them.
Freya felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.
They had caught up!
So quickly!
In an instant, her mind was filled with one thought: 'Run!'
Freya dropped everything and rushed into the cabin like a madwoman. She grabbed a flight attendant and shouted, "Close the door! Close the door now!"
The flight attendant was confused. "Miss Cruz, please calm down. What's going on?"
"I can't calm down! Where's the captain? Tell him to take off immediately!"
"Miss Cruz."
Freya ignored her and tried to close the cabin door herself. The next second, a strong hand grabbed her arm.
Freya looked up to see a tall bodyguard standing before her. With a stern face, he said, "Miss Cruz, please get off the plane."
"No!" Freya struggled with all her might, trying to break free. However, the strength difference between a woman and a trained bodyguard was too great. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape his grip.
"Let me go! I've had enough! Let me go!" she cried.
The bodyguard didn't listen and started dragging her off the plane.
Freya looked desperately at the two bodyguards Bryan had assigned to her, but they were quickly overpowered by the Fitzgerald family's men.
Freya cried out, "Let me go! I know I was wrong! Can't you forgive me? Everyone makes mistakes. Can't I be forgiven? Let me go!"
Freya kicked and screamed, but the bodyguards found her words laughable.
It was like a murderer asking the victim's family for forgiveness, saying they had just made a mistake.
How ridiculous.
The bodyguards almost laughed at Freya's shamelessness.
"Please, I really know I was wrong."
"Get out. Do you think we're all like Bryan, willing to indulge you?" The bodyguard grabbed Freya's hair and dragged her off the plane.
Freya fell to the ground, realizing she was surrounded by Darian's men.
There was no escape.
Freya's heart sank.
She collapsed to the ground, her lips trembling.
"Why? Why won't you let me go? Haven't I suffered enough?" she screamed, trying to vent all her grievances.
No one paid her any attention. She clutched her chest, crying pitifully.
But no one pitied her.
"Did you think about letting me go when you tried to harm me?" a cold voice asked.
Freya turned around sharply.
The bodyguards parted, and Darian, in a suit, pushed Cecily in a wheelchair into the circle.
Darian hadn't wanted Cecily to come, but she insisted. Since she was still weak, Darian had her sit in a wheelchair.
Cecily wore a hospital gown with a light hooded jacket over it. The hood cast a shadow over her eyes. She gently pushed back the hood, revealing her cold eyes, and looked down at Freya.
"Cecily?" Freya mumbled, feeling guilty. She froze, unable to move.
"Did you think about letting me go when you tried to harm me?" Cecily asked again.
Freya's lips moved, but no sound came out.
"What? Can't answer?" Cecily coldly said.
Freya got up and lunged at Cecily, then knelt down.
"Cecily, listen to me. I was kidnapped and forced to have Bryan kidnap you in exch ange for me. I had no choice. Josep's people made me do it. I had no other option.
Please, you're fine now. I've been punished. Can you let me go?
Please? I know you're kind. You don't want me dead, right? I even saved your son once. Cecily, please ask Darian to let me go."
Freya spoke hurriedly, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful.
"No choice? Was it no choice when you trapped me to stop me from leaving? Freya, why lie? We both know the truth."
Freya bit her lip, seeing that Cecily had no intention of letting her go. Her pitiful look turned vicious.
"Cecily, you really won't let me go?"
"Why should I? Let you go so you can harm me again?"
"Then we'll go down together." Freya shouted and pulled a dagger from her sleeve, lunging at Cecily.
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