Chapter 533 Wishing Cecily Health and Happiness in the Future
Cecily tightly clenched her teeth, her heart gripped by an overwhelming sensation, causing her breath to become labored and difficult.
He said he was sorry and he was wrong.
He personally handed her over to the kidnappers in exchange for Freya. He and Freya indirectly caused the death of her child, yet time and again, he still firmly chose to protect Freya.
Cecily wanted to rush up and yell at him, "You say you're wrong but does it help? Will my child come back because of your remorse?"
Did an apology help?
No, it didn't.
There was no coming back. Nothing could come back.
His remorse came too late. It was utterly worthless.
Even when Bryan lowered his hand, Cecily didn't reach out. She turned her head and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.
She didn't want him to see any weakness, not even a bit.
A few doctors came over to check Bryan's injuries.
It was at this moment that Bryan saw Eliza being led to the side.
Bryan's eyes trembled at this moment.
There were two Cecily?
As the thick smoke dissipated, Bryan's vision cleared, allowing him to see the person standing before him with clarity.
The person he had just rescued appeared disheveled, with messy hair and a dirty face, and she seemed unable to see.
However, the person before him was dressed in a hospital gown, with a coat over it, looking clean and nothing like someone who had just come out of a fire.
This person was the real Cecily!
Bryan suddenly remembered Freya's words, "Dad, she's really not Cecily. She's Eliza. This was all designed by Vivienne. She wants to kill us. Dad, save me."
Cecily? Eliza?
So the person he had just rescued was Eliza, notCecily.
If this was the case, why Vivienne was crying and shouting outside that Cecily was inside?
Bryan's eyes widended in disbelief. In an instant, he seemed to understand everything.
Cecily was in a hospital gown, clearly not looking like she had been discharged, but the information he had was that Cecily had been discharged. It became apparent that someone had planned this situation in advance.
Every step, including Freya's escape, might have been designed by someone.
Was it Vivienne or Cecily? Who designed all of this? Since everything was premeditated, was the paternity test he saw also a lie to make him rush into the fire to save Cecily?
Was Vivienne's revenge on him and Freya?
It had to be Vivienne because Vivienne hated him the most.
Vivienne had deceived him.
She used his most cherished daughter to trick him into rushing into the fire.
So, everything was a trap.
Bryan let out a bitter laugh, tears sliding down his cheeks.
Vivienne really went to great lengths, even faking a paternity test, just to trick him into willingly going to his death.
She designed all this just to punish him?
Actually, she didn't need to go to such trouble. If she wanted him to die, she could have just stabbed him in the heart with a knife.
Really, it didn't need to be so complicated.
As Bryan was about to be put into the ambulance, he grabbed Cecily's wrist and asked, "Where did Vivienne go?"
Cecily frowned at Bryan and glanced around, only to realize that she couldn't spot her anywhere.
Cecily anxiously looked at the people nearby.
In the chaos just now, she didn't know where Vivienne had gone.
Someone nearby immediately stepped forward and said, "Miss Bennett, Ms. Bennett said she was tired and went to rest."
Cecily surmised that Vivienne must have intentionally chosen not to see their rescue and had left beforehand. Cecily simply nodded in response, "Got it."
She turned back to Bryan. "You heard that."
"Tell her, I am right here. She can come and kill me anytime she wants."
Cecily's brow furrowed as she watched Bryan being put into the ambulance.
Freya had also been rescued. She was the most seriously injured, with severe burns on her back, and it was unclear if she was alive or dead.
She was also put into the ambulance. The fire was gradually being extinguished, and everything returned to calm. The surroundings, now gradually empty, made it seem as if everything that had just happened was a dream, with only the still-smoking villa reminding everyone of what had occurred.
Cecily looked down at her hands, stained with blood at some point, her throat feeling like it was stuck with a thorn, making her whole body uncomfortable.
Seeing Cecily standing there motionless, Darian stepped forward, took the handkerchief Larkin handed him, and carefully wiped Cecily's palms.
Cecily looked up, her gaze falling on Darian.
Sensing the pain in Cecily's eyes, Darian reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently patting her on the back to comfort her, saying, "Alright, let's go back."
"He's lost too much blood, and he might die."
Cecily's hands were tightly clenched into fists. She closed her bloodshot eyes and bit her lower lip.
Darian comforted her, "That's his own doing."
Tears welled up in Cecily's eyes. She closed her eyes and choked out, "I don't want them to be like this."
She naturally meant Vivienne and Bryan. No one wanted to see their biological parents filled with hatred, fighting to the death.
After a whole night of turmoil, Darian took Cecily back to her ward. Cecily called Vivienne, but Gary answered.
"Where's Mom?" Cecily asked.
"She's already resting. She told you not to worry about her."
Cecily pressed her lips tightly together and nodded. "Okay, I'll see her tomorrow."
Cecily thought Vivienne must be terrible right now, but it was late, and she was too tired to offer immediate support.. She felt like she had so many things to do but didn't know where to start. Cecily didn't know how to comfort Vivienne, so she asked Gary to take care of her for now.
After hanging up, Gary returned to Vivienne's room. The villa had burned down, but Vivienne had other houses. At this moment, several doctors were surrounding Vivienne.
Vivienne lay on the bed, waves of stomach pain hitting her repeatedly. She curled up, her already pale lips tightly pressed together, and a cold sweat broke out all over her body.
Gary watched anxiously, not knowing what was wrong with Vivienne.
Seeing Gary return, Vivienne took a deep breath and asked weakly, "Who called?"
"It was Cecily," Gary immediately replied. "I told her as you instructed."
"Good." Vivienne pressed her lips together and asked, "What about Bryan? Is he dead?"
Gary looked at Vivienne, momentarily unsure how to respond.
Vivienne's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Just tell me the truth."
"He probably won't die. Darian and Blaise's people helped put out the fire, and the fire department arrived quickly. He was rescued, but he's seriously injured. It's uncertain what will happen."
Vivienne withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes.
'Bryan didn't die. He's very lucky,' she thought.
Though she thought this, Vivienne inexplicably felt a sense of relief upon hearing that Bryan wasn't dead. Even she didn't know why she felt that way.
Vivienne coughed lightly, which triggered the pain in her stomach. She felt like she was going to cough up blood. She reached out to Gary, who immediately knelt by the bed and held her hand.
From a distance, it wasn't so obvious, but the closer he got, the more clearly he could see Vivienne's bloodless face.
Gary's heart trembled, as if he realized something.
"Gary, promise me, if I die one day, you'll protect Cecily just as you did before, okay?" Vivienne said.
Holding Vivienne's cold hand, Gary said in a trembling voice, "Don't say that. You'll live long."
Vivienne smiled faintly, "I know my own body. Living a long life is just a comforting lie. At this point, I don't ask for longevity, I just want Cecily to be safe and well in the future. Can you promise me that?"
Gary bowed his head deeply. "The Bennett family raised me, and my life was saved by Cecily. You don't need to say it. I'll protect Cecily for the rest of my life."
"Good." Vivienne managed a slight smile. "I'm fine, really. You go ahead and take a break. I don't want you to overdo it."
"You."
Vivienne smiled. "Go on, and don't let Cecily know about my condition. She's already stressed and exhausted. I don't want her worrying about me on top of everything else."
Gary nodded, holding back his sorrow. Looking at Vivienne's face, pale as paper, he felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to say a word.
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