Chapter 74 Mr. Fitzgerald, Ms. Watson's had a car accident!
"What billion?"
"The one from the divorce agreement Darian had me sign, which included a billion for the settlement, and now this says I get nothing."
Cecily eyed them both, "What happened to the money? Did you two eat it up?"
A billion!
The two exchanged a look, Ophelia scoffed, "Miss Cecily, do you have money on the brain or what?"
Sandra chimed in, "We wouldn't give you even a million, let alone a billion."
Cecily stood up, "What's there to talk about? I'm not a fool. You swallowed what's rightfully mine, and now you expect me to sign off on it willingly? Don't make me laugh."
Sandra, unable to hold her anger in any longer, slammed her hand down on the table, "Cecily, you stop right there. A billion dollars? Do you even deserve that? When you took Ophelia's spot years ago and caused the death of Ophelia's baby, we didn't even seek damages from you. Now you have the nerve to ask us for a billion dollars? Where is your sense of shame?"
"Where's your moral compass? Are those two beads under your eyebrows mere decorations? Can't you see?" Cecily retorted.
"You!"
"Besides, back in the day, Darian was attached at the hip to Ophelia, even got her pregnant. He was the one who cheated. He was the one at fault. If anyone should leave with nothing, it should be him. Why should it be me?"
If this had happened in the past, Cecily might have compromised, but not today's Cecily.
What was hers, was hers—she wouldn't give up a penny.
From the age of twenty to twenty-three, Cecily had given her best three years to Darian. A billion dollars, she believed she was worth it.
Cecily picked up her purse, glanced back at the two of them, and said mockingly, "Oh, I have an idea. Why don't you go and talk it over with Darian? You and him, get down on your knees in front of me and shout, 'I'm a cheater, I'm the other woman, we have no shame,' ten times, and I'll let go of the billion dollars—as a payment for my happiness, deal?"
Cecily's words nearly caused both individuals to choke.
Finally, Ophelia couldn't stand it any longer and snapped at Cecily, "You were married to Darian for five years. What did you bring to that marriage? And now you want to walk away with a billion dollars? Don't you think that's a bit much?"
What did she bring to the marriage?
Saving his life, did that count as something?
"It's none of your business."
Cecily spoke coldly, "A billion dollars, do you really think that’s a lot for him, Miss Ophelia? Or is it just that you're short-sighted? To Darian, that amount is merely what he would bet on a casual night at the casino."
"That's right, you've reminded me of something," she continued. "According to our marriage laws, during a divorce, spouses can negotiate to split the assets. Hmm, a billion is actually too low. I need to discuss this with Darian again. I should at least get half of his assets."
"What did you say?"
Cecily had infuriated them to the point of rage, this despicable woman actually thought she could split Darian's fortune evenly.
'Does she have any idea how much money that is?
How dare she even say it aloud?'
"Seems like you’re hard of hearing. Maybe it's time to see a doctor."
With those words, Cecily didn't linger and promptly left the scene.
"After her, she still has the nerve to think she can take my son's money," Ophelia hissed through clenched teeth, hurriedly pushing Sandra's wheelchair to chase after Cecily.
By this time, Cecily had already reached the roadside and hailed a taxi, ready to depart.
Hot on her heels, they shouted, "Cecily, stop right there!"
The street was bustling with traffic as Ophelia pushed Sandra's wheelchair, trying to quickly cross the road.
Suddenly, a car that hadn't noticed the pair darting out was too late to brake.
Frightened, they froze in the middle of the road, and Ophelia, realizing the danger, sprinted away.
Sandra was left stranded in the middle of the road, with no help from heaven or earth.
"Ophelia..." she cried out, but then came a 'crash.'
Sandra's wheelchair was hit and she was thrown onto the pavement.
Ophelia wasn't spared either. She was struck down by an oncoming vehicle.
When Cecily turned around at the sound, she saw Sandra and Ophelia both lying on the ground.
Cecily tugged at her lips in shock, staring at the scene unfolding before her.
Just then, her phone rang; it was Larkin. Cecily answered, "Miss Cecily, where are you? Mr. Fitzgerald said he's coming to pick you up."
Cecily glanced at the chaos around her, decided to circle back, and gave Larkin the address, "Hurry over. Sandra and Ophelia have been in a car accident."
The noise of honking cars surrounded Cecily, making it hard for Larkin to hear clearly, "What? Who's been in an accident? You've been in an accident? Hello? Hello?"
"The call dropped! Darn it, Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Cecily's been in an accident!"
Cecily didn't realize Larkin hadn't heard her clearly. After reporting the address, she hung up and immediately dialed 911.
The two drivers who had hit the pedestrians were swearing as they got out of their vehicles. Seeing Cecily crouch down to assess the injuries of the two victims, the drivers were eager to absolve themselves of blame.
"Hey, are you their friend? Let me tell you, these two crazies darted across the street on their own. Who knew they'd suddenly pop out? We couldn't react in time. You can't blame us for this. Everyone be our witness."
"And here you are, worrying about who's right and who's wrong at a time like this?" Cecily was surrounded by a cacophony of noise, which was starting to annoy her.
She despised these two people, but she wasn't about to watch them die, especially not as a doctor. Within the scope of her sight and abilities, she wouldn't neglect to provide aid in a crisis.
After checking, she found that Sandra was seriously injured, with blood on her head, but not fatally so, due to the slow speeds of the cars in the congested area.
Ophelia's driver had braked more promptly, so she had only been knocked to the ground with a twisted ankle and some scrapes on her knee.
As Ophelia cried out in pain, she lashed out at Cecily, who was examining her. "Cecily, this is all your fault! You're the reason we had this accident, you jinx!"
Cecily, who had just thought of tending to the wound, paused and let out a cold laugh before standing up.
Some people you just can't help because they'll turn on you instead.
The drivers who had hit the victims still explained themselves non-stop. Cecily curled her lip, looked at them, and said, "You guys are right. I'll vouch for you. It was these two who carelessly ran out, and you hit them by accident."
Ophelia was stunned. "Cecily, you're witnessing for them? We're the ones hurt, and you're actually siding with them?"
Cecily shrugged. "Like you said, you're the ones who got hurt, what's it to me?"
Besides, she was just stating the facts.
If they hadn't tried to jaywalk, this accident wouldn't have happened.
Ophelia bit her lip and decided not to argue. "Aren't you a doctor? My leg is bleeding. Why won't you help me?"
Cecily stepped back and folded her arms, observing like any other bystander. "My hands hurt. Don't feel like it anymore."
She was a doctor, not a saint.
Was she expected to bandage Ophelia up while being insulted by her? As if she were desperate for abuse?
No way.
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