Chapter 71 The Truth Will Out
"You!" Ophelia gritted her teeth in fury. "What have I done to your child?"
Cecily grabbed Ophelia by the collar, "You know very well what you owe, Ophelia, and I will collect it all from you."
Ophelia struggled fiercely to break free from Cecily's grip. "Cecily, don't slander me. I may not like Rowan, but I haven't treated him poorly. Whatever punishments he got had nothing to do with me."
"Nothing to do with you? Fine, let's go down and ask Darian if those punishments were his doing or yours. Let's go."
Ophelia's heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed the table nearby to steady herself, knowing she couldn't possibly confront Darian with Cecily. It would be the end of her.
"Let go of me. I won't go," Ophelia said, flinging Cecily's hands away.
Cecily stood aside with a cold laugh, "Scared, are you?"
Ophelia bit her lip and stood up straight. It was just the two of them here, and she revealed her true self.
"Yes, I don't like your kid. I did torment him intentionally, so what? Cecily, you killed my child in the past. I hate you. I hate him. I wanted to torment him, what are you going to do about it?"
Cecily clenched her fists. "I killed your child? It's clear who really harmed your own child and framed me."
She had always been puzzled about who would harm Ophelia's child and why she was accused out of the blue.
It dawned on her later that Ophelia was not carrying Darian's child. Naturally afraid of it being revealed and not daring to have the baby, but to just lose the child seemed a waste. It had to be used to her advantage.
Accusations tainted her reputation, creating a scenario where Darian grew to despise her because of the pregnancy, driving their divorce. Ophelia saw this as a chance to gain Darian's guilt and naturally maneuver him into marriage, securing her status as the undeniable Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was clear she exploited the unborn child to her fullest advantage.
One had to admit, she was ruthless and malicious.
Ophelia fixed her gaze on Cecily, her face suddenly contorting with emotion.
"What's the matter? Struck a nerve? Those people that day, they were sent by you, weren't they? You were the one who lost the child, right?"
"No!" Ophelia immediately denied vigorously, "Cecily, how dare you? It was clearly your doing. You're accusing me of harming my own child, don't you see how absurd that is?"
Cecily's scoff was cold, "Yes, it does sound quite ludicrous."
However, the sudden shift in Ophelia's demeanor confirmed Cecily's suspicions.
"Ophelia, the truth always comes to light. The drugs you gave me, framing me for the death of your child, including the harm to my own child—each and every one of these deeds will be revealed one day."
Ophelia sneered and slowly took a couple of steps forward until she was close to Cecily, her eyes glaring with undeniable venom, "Is that so? Let's see who has the last laugh."
She believed victory was hers five years ago, and she was convinced of her victory now.
Cecily was doomed to stay under her heel, never to rise again.
A knock at the door shattered the tense atmosphere within the room.
Ophelia glanced at the door, "Come in."
The servant entered and stood by the door, "Miss Cecily, Miss. Ophelia, Mr. Fitzgerald is asking how much longer it will take for Miss Cecily to change."
"I'll be ready in a minute," Cecily replied.
Ophelia put on an act of tenderness, leading Cecily to the walk-in closet and carelessly picking out the most inconspicuous dress for her.
It was this season's latest design.
Ophelia's face imperceptibly stiffened, as she flipped through the garments, her expression growing uglier.
However, in order not to reveal anything, she turned back to Cecily with prideful eyes, "As you can see, I'm living with Darian now. All these clothes he's prepared for me, the latest season's designs. You should feel lucky."
Cecily took the dress and immediately noticed the tag was still attached. It was brand new.
And the style of the dress...
Cecily raised an eyebrow.
Two completely different individuals, each with their own distinct taste in clothing.
Ophelia preferred bold and unique designs, whereas Cecily was more inclined towards simple and conservative styles.
However, the wardrobe in question seemed to hardly meet Ophelia's aesthetic preferences.
Instead, the brand of clothes was one that Cecily had favored in the past when she was Mrs. Fitzgerald. Back then, she didn't have to choose her clothes herself. The brand would regularly deliver the latest seasonal fashion directly to her.
Although Darian had been neglecting her, he had indeed never skimped on expenses concerning her, from her clothes to her jewelry. Cecily always received the latest and best of the season.
What she hadn't expected was that, after five years, this habit seemed to have continued uninterrupted.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for an entire wardrobe to be filled with clothes from this particular brand, items apparently all in her size.
Looking further, the room's layout and decor had barely changed since she had left five years ago. It didn't look like a new lady of the house had moved in.
So, Ophelia hadn't really taken up residence in this room.
Cecily looked at Ophelia, offering a cold smile. She did not expose her but instead simply proceeded to change clothes.
Ophelia watched Cecily emerge in the new outfit, grinding her molars in secret.
Why did the most ordinary dress still look so sophisticated on her?
Ophelia glared at Cecily resentfully. "Cecily, when exactly are you and Darian getting the divorce papers?"
Cecily paused her exit, turning back to look at her. "Are you in a hurry?"
Of course, Ophelia was eager. Her engagement party with Darian was next month, and she definitely didn't want to continue being labeled as the other woman during her engagement.
She was even more worried about the possibility of them not divorcing. What would she do if Cecily showed up at the engagement party claiming to be his wife?
"Make a proposition," she blurted out. "What will it take for you to divorce Darian?"
Cecily couldn't help but find the situation absurd. She had been desperately trying to escape tonight, to get a divorce, and in the hospital, she even told Ophelia everything that had led up to this moment. However, far from helping, Ophelia had actively taken down the license plate number and sent it to Darian, as if she was afraid that Darian wouldn't be able to bring Cecily back.
Now, in an ironic twist, when it came to the divorce, they expected Cecily to make demands. Wasn't that contradictory?
Cecily managed a faint smile and said, "Why don't you ask Darian why he won't go through with the divorce? If he insisted on divorcing me, do you think he and I would still have any sort of relationship?"
"That's because you, the temptress, lured him in," came the sharp accusation.
Cecily's smile turned sardonic. "Nice of you to lie to yourself like that," she retorted, then proceeded to walk downstairs.
Ophelia watched Cecily descend the stairs and felt a rising urgency that she had to do something.
She pulled out her cellphone and made a call, "It's me. I'll pay you two million for a favor, and an additional three million upon completion..."
Downstairs, Darian had removed his coat and sat in a buttoned-up shirt on the couch, exuding a casual, detached air.
The sound of Cecily coming downstairs caught his attention, and he lifted his chin just in time to meet her eyes unexpectedly.
Under the soft lighting, his gaze was also mild, but as it fell on Cecily, his expression deepened slightly, betraying a hint of awe at her beauty – a beauty so captivating it was hard to look away.
Ophelia stormed down after Cecily, finding Darian's eyes still fixed on her. Her hands clenched tight, and she cursed in her heart. 'Cecily, I will make sure you are ruined and suffer a fate worse than death. Then we'll see if you still have the power to seduce.'
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