Chapter 579: Not Knowing One's Own Foolishness is Terrifying
"Larkin, let him go," Darian suddenly piped up.
Everyone was thrown for a loop.
"Sir?" Larkin was floored.
"Yeah," Darian repeated, dead serious.
Larkin was baffled but did as he was told, letting Josep loose.
Josep was in shock, not believing Darian would actually let him walk.
Darian gave a little wave, signaling him to scram.
Josep didn't waste a second and hustled over to Mark, but he didn't tell Mark to free Sandra.
Larkin was fuming, "Josep, we let you go, now it's your turn."
Josep squinted and chuckled, "If I let her go now, you think I'll get outta here alive? I'll let her go once I'm outta the country."
"You're breaking your word," Larkin yelled.
"Word? What's that worth? Can it save my skin?" Josep sneered, eyeing Mark, "Get in the car, let's bounce."
"Got it."
The car was right there, and they made a beeline for it, but Sandra, with her busted leg, had to be dragged along.
Darian didn't give the go-ahead, so everyone just stood there, watching.
Just as Josep was about to open the car door, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet zipped towards him.
Josep saw it coming and yanked Mark, who was dragging Sandra, in front of him.
The bullet tore through Mark's gut.
Mark shuddered, looking down at his bleeding stomach, then turned to glare at Josep.
Right then, Cecily rushed over, yanking Sandra to safety before Josep could react.
Seeing this, Josep whipped out a knife from Mark's waist and lunged at Sandra, looking desperate.
A cold glint flashed in Darian's eyes. He wasn't about to let Josep have his way. With steady hands, he pulled the trigger, his gaze unyielding.
Josep took a bullet to the arm and screamed in pain.
In that split second, Larkin and his crew had Josep pinned down.
Even as he was captured again, Josep fought like a madman.
"Aunt Sandra, you okay?" Cecily asked, holding a still-shaken Sandra.
Sandra took a few deep breaths, clutching her chest, and shook her head, "I'm fine, did you get hurt?"
When Josep's knife came down, Cecily had blocked it with her arm, which was now bleeding.
Cecily brushed it off, "It's just a scratch, I'll slap some medicine on it when we get back..."
Before she could finish, Darian grabbed her hand, his heart aching with guilt, his eyes sharp as daggers.
Cecily tried to pull her hand away, "It's just a small cut, don't freak out."
"Larkin," Darian barked.
Larkin was there in a flash.
"Take my grandpa and my mom back to rest," Darian said, pulling Cecily close, "I'm taking you to the hospital to get this bandaged."
"No need, it's not that bad," Cecily protested.
Sandra chimed in, "Better go to the hospital, just in case."
Cecily couldn't argue with Darian and let him take her to get patched up.
Josep, clutching his arm, was dragged up. Owen looked at him and couldn't help but curse, "You brought this on yourself." Yeah, he totally did, screwing over everyone, including himself!
Josep glared at Owen, his face twitching with anger. "I've ended up like this, Dad, and you think you're off the hook? If you'd treated me and Patrick the same, would I be here now? You're the one who killed your own son."
Owen was so mad he started coughing. "You still don't get it and you're blaming me? I've told you a million times, you and Patrick are different. He was a natural leader, but you? Not so much. If you had what it takes to run Fitzgerald Group, how'd you get played by a Percy? Being dumb isn't the worst, not knowing you're dumb is."
Owen's harsh words didn't faze Josep.
"Yeah, I'm dumb, I don't have what it takes to be chairman, but does Patrick? If he was so smart, how'd he end up dead by my hand?"
Owen's eyes blazed with fury, his finger trembling as he pointed at Josep. "That's because he trusted you. He never thought his own brother would kill him so brutally. If Cecily hadn't found out, I wouldn't have believed it either. You deserve everything coming to you."
Heartbroken and disillusioned, Owen didn't want to see Josep anymore.
As Josep was dragged away, Aurelia dropped to her knees in front of Owen. "Grandpa, please save us. Victor and I had nothing to do with this."
Owen sighed and waved her off. "Get up. Take Victor to the hospital."
Aurelia, feeling like she'd been pardoned, quickly wiped her tears and hurried off with Victor.
In the hospital exam room, the doctor treating Cecily's wound felt the tension in the air.
Darian stared at the knife wound on Cecily's arm, hating himself for not being able to protect her.
"I'm fine, you don't need to be so tense," Cecily said, patting Darian's arm with her free hand.
Darian held her hand, repeatedly reminding the doctor, "Be gentle."
The doctor, holding a cotton swab, was almost shaking.
The nurse kept wiping the sweat off the doctor's forehead. The doctor felt more nervous treating this wound than performing surgery, trying not to touch Cecily's wound with the swab.
Darian watched like a hawk, afraid the doctor might slip up.
Even Cecily was getting nervous because of him.
Finally, the wound was treated, and the doctor's back was soaked with sweat. After reminding Cecily to keep the wound dry, Cecily quickly thanked him and pulled Darian, who almost scared the doctor to tears, out of the room.
Darian supported Cecily. "Be careful not to pull the wound."
"I know, you almost scared the doctor to tears in there. It's just a small cut, not like I lost an arm," Cecily replied.
"Don't say stuff like that," Darian frowned.
"Alright," Cecily smiled faintly, "I won't say anything, okay?"
Suddenly, Darian bent down and scooped Cecily up.
Cecily was startled and patted Darian. "What are you doing? Put me down, my legs aren't hurt, why are you carrying me?"
"I want to hold you," Darian said, ignoring the stares from others as he walked out. "We used to have to sneak around to meet, now we can be open. Let me hold you a bit longer."
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