Chapter 527 Cecily, Your Time Has Come
Freya entered the hospital. Since she didn't know Cecily's room number, she had to find a way to get it first.
After some inquiries, a kind-hearted nurse told her that Cecily had already been discharged.
"Cecily has been discharged? Are you sure?"
Freya was skeptical. Just two days ago, Cecily looked so weak that she couldn't walk on her own. How could she be discharged today?
"Yes, she was discharged at noon. Her family took her home," the nurse told Freya.
Freya frowned at the nurse but didn't doubt her much. A nurse had no reason to lie to her.
"How is her injury? Is it safe for her to be discharged?" Freya asked immediately.
The nurse replied, "Miss Watson was indeed seriously injured and still very weak. She shouldn't have been discharged, but her family insisted. We had no choice but to let her go."
The nurse's words were exactly what Freya wanted to hear. Cecily was seriously injured and still very weak. Great, that would make it easier for her to hurt her.
She planned to pour gasoline on Cecily and burn her to death.
Emotions surged in Freya's eyes as she quickly left the hospital. But just as she exited, she saw Sam leading a group of people rushing in.
They were here to catch her!
So soon.
Freya gritted her teeth.
She couldn't be caught.
If she was caught and Bryan found out that Cecily was his biological daughter, she would be at their mercy.
She couldn't let that happen. If she couldn't live, she would drag Cecily down with her.
Freya quickly hid in the crowd, brushing past Sam's people.
Sam noticed Freya out of the corner of his eye but continued walking inside.
Freya felt she had escaped another close call. She immediately got into her car and drove away, heading straight for the Bennett Manor.
'Cecily, just you wait. Today is your death day,' Freya's inner voice said.
As night fell, all was silent.
Cecily leaned on the bed, flipping through her phone. She didn't know what would happen tonight, but she felt that something was off.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Cecily sat up warily and asked, "Who is it?"
Every night before, Darian had stayed with her in the hospital, but tonight, he was nowhere to be seen, leaving Cecily feeling a bit insecure.
"A ghost!"
Cecily's tense shoulders relaxed. "Blaise, you're so childish."
The door opened, and Blaise chuckled as he walked in. "Something fun is happening tonight. Are you coming to watch?"
Cecily looked down at her hospital gown and decisively refused. "You want me to go to the theater dressed like this?"
Blaise leaned lazily against the wall, a mischievous smile on his face, "Don't blame me if you regret not going."
Blaise's words piqued Cecily's curiosity.
"Seems a bit interesting."
Cecily got out of bed. "Wait a moment. I'll change my cloth."
Blaise walked over and draped his coat over Cecily's shoulders. "If you're late, you'll miss it."
Cecily asked, "Am I supposed to go out like this?"
"It's not like you're going on a date. Who's going to see you at this hour?"
It was true.
"Let's go," Blaise said with a smirk.
Once in the car, Cecily realized they were heading home. She was puzzled. "Something fun you mentioned is at home?"
"Yes," Blaise replied.
Cecily thought for a moment and then asked Blaise, "Do you know where Darian went?"
"He's your husband, not mine. How would I know where he is?" Blaise said, one hand on the steering wheel, glancing at Cecily.
Cecily leaned in, squinting at Blaise. "Everyone's acting strange tonight."
First, Vivienne was busy with something unknown, then Bryan called to say Freya was missing, and Cecily couldn't find Darian. Then Blaise showed up, saying he was taking her to see something fun.
Cecily was sure Blaise knew something.
Blaise smiled, his long fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.
He seemed to be in a good mood tonight.
"Don't overthink it. You'll know when we get there."
Cecily propped her head on her hand and raised an eyebrow. "Fine."
There was still some distance to go. Cecily closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed softly.
"What makes you sigh?" Blaise asked, his eyes fixed on Cecily.
"A rare moment of relaxation," Cecily responded.
Staying in that ward and seeing different people put on different acts every day, she never dared to relax for a moment. She was really tired.
But now, out here, breathing fresh air, she didn't have to act in front of Blaise. Even the air felt free.
As the car sped down the wide road, Blaise looked at the relaxed expression on Cecily's face, and his eyes deepened.
When did relaxation become such a rare thing for her?
What had pushed her so hard?
He thought it might be hatred.
Being kidnapped and losing her child had been too much for Cecily.
However, rather than seeking revenge, she wanted justice for herself and her unborn child.
She forced herself to do things she didn't want to do. All her desire was to seek justice.
Freya drove to the Bennett Manor. She looked at the mansion, her eyes filled with even more hatred.
At this moment, her heart was consumed by a raging hatred, and her mind was fixated on one thought: to exact vengeance and see Cecily burn.
Freya stopped the car and took out the gasoline she had prepared.
The entrance to the Bennett Manor was dark.Perhaps because it was so late. There were no guards at the gate, and the black iron gate was ajar. Freya pushed it open and walked in.
She didn't notice anything unusual, thinking the gatekeeper had just been careless.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, making her feel uneasy, but Freya was blinded by hatred and kept moving forward.
She knew that if she didn't seize this opportunity, she would never have another chance. There would be consequences anyway, and she couldn't care about anything else.
The doors were closed. Just as she was wondering how to get in, a servant opened the door. Seizing the opportunity, Freya grabbed the servant's hair and slammed her head against the wall.
Before the servant could scream, she passed out. Freya took advantage of the darkness to drag the servant aside, change into her clothes, and then carry the gasoline into the foyer.
Inside, it was pitch black and eerily quiet.
It was obviously very late, and everyone was asleep.
That was perfect. Freya smirked, intending to set a fire while people were asleep, leaving them no chance to fight back or escape. With that thought, Freya, guided by the faint moonlight, slowly made her way upstairs.
She had been there before and knew where Cecily's room was, so she quickly reached Cecily's door.
Freya carefully and quietly grasped the doorknob, turning it gently. A soft click sounded as the door opened.
It wasn't locked.
Freya nervously pushed the door open, her heartbeat loud in the silence.
Entering the room, Freya quietly closed the door behind her. On the large bed, someone was lying there, fast asleep.
The thick carpet on the floor muffled her footsteps completely.
Freya approached the bed without any obstacles. By the faint moonlight, she saw the sleeping person's features.
'It was undoubtedly Cecily."
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