Chapter 532 Cecily, I'm Sorry
Bryan was hit on the leg by the falling crystal chandelier, and sharp pieces pierced into his leg.
Intense pain coursed through Bryan's body, causing his face to contort as bulging veins appeared. Gritting his teeth, he kept a watchful eye on the fake Cecily before him.
"Cecily?"
Eliza fell to the ground, groping around. She couldn't see and didn't know where the exit was, making it impossible to escape.
Fortunately, at this moment, some people rushed in while putting out the fire. Someone had called 911, and the firefighters arrived quickly.
Eliza was the first to be rescued. She ran out without looking back, following the rescuers. Bryan watched her run out, and only then did his heart settle.
"Mr. Whitaker." Sam rushed in, his eyes widened at the sight of Bryan's condition.
"Don't worry about me. Save Freya first." Bryan pushed Sam away, enduring the pain.
"Mr. Whitaker, why do you still care about her? She brought this on herself!"
Sam felt heartbroken and indignant for Bryan.
Bryan had done everything a father should do for Freya. This time, it was entirely Freya's own doing. Even if she died, it would be her own fault.
However, Bryan stubbornly pushed them away, "Save Freya first. Hurry."
Sam wiped away his tears and joined the others in rescuing Bryan. "The firefighters are already saving her. You should worry about yourself first."
Sam saw Bryan's injured leg, which was severely damaged and bloody. Bryan's face had turned pale.
Once Eliza managed to escape, although her vision remained impaired, she distinctly sensed the temperature around her plummet and the dense smoke gradually dissipate. This reassured her that she had indeed reached a place of safety.
Surviving the disaster, she cried with joy and bumped into someone. That person reached out to steady her. She lowered her head and thanked the person, "Thank you."
"You've put on quite a show for over a year, haven't you?" Cecily looked down at Eliza.
Eliza recoiled upon hearing Cecily's voice, her whole body tensing up. "Cecily?"
She felt a chill run through her body.
"It's been a while," Cecily said, her tone indifferent.
Eliza gritted her teeth and let out a cold laugh. "Yes, it's been a while. I didn't expect that after a year, your eyes would be healed, and You've got me now."
Cecily withdrew her hand, her face cold. "Since you were pretending to be crazy, why not continue? Why come out to harm others? "
Eliza's hair fell over her face, hiding her sinister smile.
She had originally thought Josep was a capable person, but in the end, she helped him, and he couldn't even protect her. Instead, he caused her to fall into Darian and Cecily's hands.
Eliza didn't know what could she do..
An ambulance was called, and several doctors came to check if Eliza was injured. Eliza remained under Bryan's protection throughout and only sustained minor scrapes and burns
In contrast, Bryan, who was later carried out on a stretcher by several people, had a leg that was a bloody mess, and his face was deathly pale. Yet he still tried to sit up, as if wanting to see something.
Cecily stood nearby and immediately saw Bryan. When their eyes met, Cecily's heart trembled slightly.
Her gaze fell on his bleeding leg, and a fleeting shock crossed her eyes. Bryan reached out his hand, his burn-scarred hand trembling in the air.
Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to Cecily.
Cecily's toes had already pointed towards him, but she forcibly stopped herself after a small movement.
"Cecily."
Bryan's voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
Cecily stiffly looked at Bryan, her eyes turning as cold and indifferent as ever.
Cecily stubbornly did not speak.
Why should she care about him anymore? He was the one who was heartless first.
Darian held Cecily's waist, clearly feeling her subtle movements and the emotions hidden by her lowered gaze.
Bryan still stretched out his hand, his eyes fixed on Cecily, like a dying man longing for something he had never had in his life.
Yet he felt so far away from Cecily.
He was old, really old. No matter how much time he had left in his life, he would never again have the chance to hold Cecily's hand.
It felt as though she had slipped away from him like a gentle breeze slipping through his fingers, forever eluding his touch.
He was wrong. He had personally pushed his own daughter away.
He had personally caused the death of his own grandchild.
He deserved to die!
He looked at Cecily's cold face, choking out each word, "Cecily, I'm sorry. I was wrong."
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