Chapter 574: Owen Appears
Percy was totally wrecked, feeling all kinds of bitter and hopeless, like he had no shot at bouncing back.
"You dropped the dirt to make Josep think I was behind it all, setting us up against each other. Nice move, Cecily. I really didn't see that coming."
Percy sneered.
Cecily let out a little laugh, "You're giving me too much credit. When it comes to being sneaky, who can top you? From the kidnapping to that car crash years ago, you were the one whispering in Josep's ear, right?"
Percy had nothing left to hide, "Yeah, but how'd you figure it out?"
Darian had tipped her off. Without someone pushing him, Josep didn't have the guts or the smarts to pull it off.
And Percy? He had bigger dreams and a colder heart, always ready to make the tough calls.
So, Percy had to be involved in the car crash too.
Cecily didn't bother answering Percy. She just said, "Alright, now that it's all out in the open, got anything else to say?"
Josep, still in denial, rushed up and glared at Cecily, "How'd you pull it off? No way you did this solo."
Cecily grinned, "Of course not."
Darian stepped up next to Cecily, his strong hand gripping hers. The two stood together, and Josep and Percy both looked like they'd seen a ghost.
"Darian! You were faking it too?" Percy yelled.
Josep asked, "You never lost your memory, did you? You remember everything, and you didn't eat that meal that day, right?"
"Yep." Darian said it so calmly, dropping the bombshell on Josep, whose face twisted even more.
He'd tested Darian so many times, tried every trick, and had totally let his guard down, never doubting Darian's amnesia for a second.
Now he found out that Darian had been faking it the whole time!
They thought they were the smart ones, but Darian and Cecily had played them like a fiddle.
After a long pause, Josep started laughing, louder and louder.
"Liars, you two are the biggest liars ever. I was so sure I'd win, but you two made fools of us." Josep sighed heavily. "I can't beat you two. I lost, and now the Fitzgerald family is yours."
Even as he said it, he was still grinding his teeth, hating every word, but a loss was a loss.
Darian looked at Josep coldly.
Josep had killed his dad Patrick, kidnapped his mom Sandra, and almost killed Owen. Even now, seeing all his evil deeds exposed and knowing his fate, Darian felt no satisfaction.
Darian raised his hand and waved it gently, looking at Josep, "There's someone who wants to see you. If you got anything to say, say it to him."
"Who?" Josep frowned, looking at Darian suspiciously.
Just then, there was a commotion at the door.
Everyone turned to look.
"Owen? Am I seeing things? Someone pinch me."
"Owen's supposed to be dead! How is this even possible?" People were in shock.
When Josep saw Owen being wheeled in, he froze like someone hit the pause button.
His mind went blank, he didn't dare move, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. All he could see was Owen.
Hayden and Declan, who knew everything, smiled.
Hayden smirked, "Cecily's something else, she actually saved Owen. Josep must be scared out of his mind now."
Declan sneered, "Of course, and don't forget who recommended her. I was the one who told Darian to go to Dorde to find Cecily. By sheer luck, they met again and patched things up. Don't you think they owe me a thank you?"
Hayden glanced at Declan with a smile, "You're really full of yourself."
Declan said proudly, "I've done a lot of hard work, what's wrong with giving myself a little credit?"
The two shared a smile.
Josep dropped to his knees in front of Owen, his eyes glued to him, "Dad?"
Owen sat in the wheelchair, his hair completely white, looking unmistakably old. A thick gray blanket covered his knees, and his wrinkled hands rested on the blanket, struggling to lift them. His gaze bore into Josep, filled with a mix of bitter disappointment and deep pain.
Owen woke up last night, and the first thing that hit him was the memory of Josep killing his brother and trying to off him too.
The nurse called in the morning, saying Owen hadn't slept a wink, just lying there, crying all night.
At eighty-something, all Owen wanted was some family peace, but Josep had blown the Fitzgerald family to bits.
Owen's hand landed on Josep's head, giving three heavy pats.
Each pat was harder than the last, each one sinking into Josep's heart, making him realize this wasn't a nightmare.
Owen was alive.
He couldn't believe it, but he had no choice but to accept it.
"Dad, it's really you." The moment Josep's eyes met Owen's, he quickly looked away, too guilty to face him.
Whether he was truly sorry was unclear, but big tears started falling, "Dad, I really know I messed up. I killed Patrick, I deserve to die."
Josep collapsed, slapping himself repeatedly, "I was really wrong, Dad, hit me, scold me."
Listening to Josep's repentance, Owen's eyes reddened.
What was the point?
Patrick was dead and couldn't come back.
It couldn't change anything.
Owen's heart was cold, and he said nothing, waving his hand to signal the person behind him to pull him away.
"I leave everything to you," Owen said, looking at Darian.
Darian nodded and instructed, "Take Grandpa back to rest."
Seeing Owen about to leave, not wanting to deal with him, Josep panicked.
When he saw Owen, he was flustered because he realized Owen wasn't dead. Once he processed it, he thought Owen being alive was a good thing at this moment.
Only Owen could keep Darian in check, only Owen could save him.
He thought he was Owen's only son now, and no matter what, Owen wouldn't abandon him.
But Owen said nothing and showed no intention of saving him.
Josep lunged at Owen, "Dad, save me. You know Darian is ruthless, he won't spare me. I'm your only son, you can't abandon me. Please talk to him."
Owen looked at the kneeling Josep with a heavy heart but couldn't soften.
"So you still remember I'm your dad, huh? When you killed Patrick, did you forget he was your brother who grew up with you? When you tried to kill me, did you forget I was your father? You say Darian is ruthless, and you're right, but has he ever laid a hand on you? Has he ever harmed your kids? Josep, who's really ruthless here? I don't have a son like you. Whether you live or die is none of my concern." Owen resolutely pushed Josep's hand away, "Go."
Josep called out from behind, but Owen left decisively, ignoring him.
Cecily watched this scene and shook her head helplessly.
Putting herself in Owen's shoes, she could understand his pain.
If either Rowan or Griffin did something like this in the future, she would be heartbroken.
Kids turning against each other is a parent's worst nightmare.
But she believed that Rowan and Griffin would never do such a thing.
"What are you thinking about?" Darian looked down at Cecily's ever-changing expressions.
"I was thinking about how Owen must feel, seeing his son like this and making such a decision. If it were Rowan and Griffin, I would be heartbroken to death."
Darian chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around Cecily's waist, "Don't worry, it will never happen. They will never fight over the inheritance."
"Why?" Cecily asked.
"Because all my money is yours. If they want money, they can earn it themselves when they grow up. As for the Fitzgerald Group, if we have a daughter in the future, we'll leave it to her, and the boys can work for her," Darian said.
Cecily smiled gently, "Are you hinting that you want a daughter?"
"Can we?" Darian's eyes showed a hint of excitement, but then he reconsidered, thinking about how hard it was to have a child, and he couldn't bear it.
"Are you asking me? It's not just up to me," Cecily smiled.
"Forget it." Darian tightened his embrace around Cecily, "Having Rowan and Griffin is enough. Having another one would be too hard."
"Really? Alright then." Cecily touched her stomach, "If I remember correctly, you didn't use any protection last time in the fitting room. There might already be a little life here. Since you don't want it, then I..."
"You're pregnant?" Darian's eyes lit up.
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