Chapter 65 Mrs. Fitzgerald, Mr. Fitzgerald asked if you've had enough fun?
Cecily didn't wait for more discussion. Clutching Rowan, she hurried downstairs. Ophelia watched Cecily disappear and considered following Cecily's advice to delay Darian. But then a thought struck her.
What if that woman was deceiving her? What if Cecily was just putting on an act, with no intention of leaving, and Ophelia ended up angering Darian by trying to hold him back on Cecily's behalf?
With this thought, Ophelia's frown deepened. Ignoring everything else, she dashed downstairs only to see Cecily getting into a black car with the child.
Without hesitation, Ophelia snapped a picture of the license plate and sent it to Darian. The idea of Cecily tricking her into helping was ludicrous.
Blaise was sitting in the driver's seat. Catching Ophelia's photo-taking action in the rearview mirror, his lips curved into a cold smile, and his eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
After ensuring that Cecily and the child were in the car, he commanded sternly, "Sit tight."
With that, the car reversed at high speed.
"Ah!"
Standing behind the car, Ophelia screamed suddenly, frightened, and fell to the ground with a thud. Cecily turned around just in time to see Ophelia crashing down.
"Ha," the man chuckled sardonically, arching an eyebrow, his eyes brimming with a pathological frenzy.
Cecily eyed him warily. "What are you doing?"
"She is taking pictures," came the indifferent reply.
"It doesn't matter."
Cecily hadn't expected much insight from Ophelia, and informing Darian made no difference because Darian was already keeping tabs on her.
However, he had promised not to touch her within the agreed time, and she was certain he would keep his word.
This much, Cecily felt she could trust Darian on.
Ophelia watched the black car speed away, her face turning ghastly pale from the scare. Was the person driving insane? They nearly hit her. No, the driver did it on purpose!
Ophelia's face turned a livid shade of steel as she seethed with anger.
Inside the car, Rowan was held tightly in Cecily's embrace, basking in the comforting warmth of his mother's arms, feeling dazed as if in a dream, taking a long time to regain his composure.
Would he be able to live with his mommy from now on?
Would he never have to return to Fitzgerald's Family, where everyone, except his daddy, despised him?
Could it be true?
It all seemed like a dream.
If it were a dream, he wished never to wake from it.
Cecily saw the way Rowan stared at her, too afraid to move, and her heart ached unbearably.
"Rowan, mommy is so sorry. If I had known about you sooner, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much with the Fitzgerald's. Mommy is sorry."
Hearing his mother's tearful, self-reproachful voice, Rowan couldn't help but feel his own eyes well up with tears. He raised his little hand, carefully dabbing away Cecily's tears.
"Mommy, don't cry. Rowan... knows it's not your fault. Rowan doesn't blame you."
Cecily looked at the sensible little guy, her tears flowing even more freely. She gently touched the bandaged area on the back of his head.
It must hurt a lot.
"Tell mommy how this happened?"
Rowan blinked slowly, looking at Cecily with apprehension, as if contemplating whether to speak or hold back.
Cecily saw the worry in Rowan's eyes and said, "Rowan, don't be afraid, tell mommy how you got this injury? Was it Ophelia or Darian?"
"... It was the bad auntie..."
Cecily clenched her fists and hugged Rowan tightly, patting his back, "Okay, mommy knows, it's alright now, nobody will bully you again, Mommy will protect you."
If she had a chance, she would make Ophelia pay for this.
"Mommy, I'm sorry, please don't cry, Rowan doesn't want to see you sad."
Cecily sniffled, looking at Rowan, "Why are you apologizing?"
"Because I made mommy sad, I put mommy in danger."
Rowan felt very guilty.
Griffin had been right. If Mommy knew he was at the Fitzgerald's Family residence and got hurt, she would definitely come to rescue him.
She was able to take him away now, but daddy probably wouldn't agree. He would definitely chase after mommy.
It was his fault that mommy was in danger.
"Silly child, what are you talking about? You've done nothing wrong. It was originally an issue between mommy and Darian that dragged you into this. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me."
When mother and son had calmed down a bit, Blaise, who was driving, finally spoke up, "What did you trade with Darian?"
Cecily paused for a moment, her eyes darkening.
Seeing the woman's expression in the rearview mirror, the man let out a cold laugh, a chilling light flared in his eyes, "Was it you, or your freedom?"
Cecily took a deep breath, unsure of how to respond.
Blaise didn't hear an answer from the woman, but he had an idea.
"How could you dare?" His tone was full of anger.
Cecily took another deep breath, looking down at the little one in her arms, she replied, "Don't worry, I'm prepared."
If she won this game, she could take her two children and leave this place far behind.
If she lost, and Darian caught her and Rowan and tried to harm her, he shouldn't forget that he needed her to treat his illness. As long as his illness wasn't cured, she still had a bargaining chip to keep him in check.
The moment she agreed, Cecily had already thought of her way out.
Even if Darian really went back on his word and played dirty, she wasn't going to be polite with him.
Cecily had reached a breaking point. She figured, worst case scenario, she wouldn't divorce. It would be a standoff for a lifetime, trapping him with her and ensuring that he'd never marry his beloved Ophelia.
She didn't want it to come to that, of course. So, she prayed. She prayed she could smoothly take her child and leave. That would be best for everyone.
Blaise was furious enough to curse, but he held his tongue. Instead, he slammed the accelerator, and the car sped up once again.
They quickly arrived at a deserted helipad where a helicopter had been waiting for some time.
Cecily glanced at her watch. There was no time to waste. She hurriedly followed Blaise out of the car, her son Rowan in tow.
By the helicopter stood a dozen men in black attire, with black caps and only their cold eyes showing. These were Blaise's men.
Standing there solemnly was Cassian, who eyed Blaise and Cecily's return and nodded in understanding. Then, he turned to Blaise, "Boss, Darian's guys are closing in on us."
No sooner had Cassian spoken than the roaring sound of helicopter blades thundered overhead.
"They're quick, but this might be a good chance to finish him off," Blaise remarked coldly, looking up at the private helicopters circling above.
Darian was sending a message. He was threatening Blaise that if he aided Cecily, he would not go easy on him.
A sick thrill shone in Blaise's eyes as he scanned Cecily and ordered sharply, "Let's go."
Cecily's grip tightened. She sent Rowan up onto the helicopter first. As she looked up into the dark sky, she couldn't make out how many helicopters were eyeing them menacingly.
The helicopters circled above, warning Blaise and also warning her. Dare to leave, and Darian would make a move against Blaise.
Damn that Darian.
She hadn't expected him to go to such lengths just to get her and the child back.
What did he really want?
"Let me get you out of here," Cassian offered, gesturing for Cecily to board the aircraft.
"But..." she hesitated.
"But what?" Blaise turned to Cecily, seeing her indecision. His voice dropping colder, he challenged, "You think I can't take on Darian? Or you think I can't protect you?"
As they spoke, a helicopter began to descend slowly onto the ground nearby.
From the helicopter emerged a man in a sharp suit, making his way toward Blaise and Cecily. Stopping in front of Cecily, he spoke with an unfaltering mix of respect and authority, "Mrs. Fitzgerald, Mr. Fitzgerald wants to know if you've had your fun? If so, please come with me."
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