Chapter 76 Forcing an Apology
Ophelia looked at Darian with a trembling gaze, biting her lip and holding back her sense of grievance, uncertain of speaking further.
"What did she say?" Darian asked coldly, signaling her to continue.
With tears welling up, Ophelia confessed, "Aunt Sandra originally thought that the billion-dollar division of assets you offered Ms. Cecily in the divorce agreement was too much. So, she tried to discuss it with Ms. Cecily. However, Ms. Cecily said she could forego the billion dollars if we got down on our knees and shouted ten times 'I had an affair; I'm a homewrecker; we have no shame.' Only then would she not want those billion dollars.
"After that, Ms. Cecily demanded you leave with nothing but the clothes on your back... Aren't Ms. Cecily's demands excessive? It was because of this that Aunt Sandra couldn't help but confront her, leading to the unfortunate accident."
Having finished her account, Ophelia watched as Darian's brows furrowed and he glanced at Cecily, asking, "Did you say that?"
"I did." Cecily nodded, with no hint of remorse. "Is there something wrong with that?"
Cecily didn't think she had said anything wrong. It seemed excessive. The insults they hurled at her didn't sound any better.
Just as Cecily was about to speak up, a man's icy voice came from above. "Apologize."
Cecily frowned. "Apologize?"
"Shouldn't you?"
Cecily tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Why should I? Have I wronged you or her?"
"You don't think your words were too much?" Darian's gaze was frighteningly cold as he continued, "Because of you, one of them is in the emergency room and the other is in a wheelchair. Is making an apology for this matter really such an affront to you?"
"Why don't you ask what they said to me? Was it I who provoked them? Did I force them to chase after me? It's permissible for them to spew vitriol at me, but I'm utterly wicked if I retaliate?
"Darian, is everyone in the Fitzgerald family this domineering? Do you all see yourselves as emperors, expecting everybody to treat you with utter reverence?"
Cecily gazed at Darian with an indifference so impenetrable it resembled a mask, concealing any hint of emotion.
Darian’s eyes, cold and calm, stared back at her as he asked, "Is making a simple apology so much to ask?"
Cecily let out a mocking, cold laugh. "Fine," she said, wanting to leave it at that. She figured she might as well save her breath to warm her stomach.
Cecily turned to leave but Ophelia grabbed her arm firmly. "You didn't apologize to me, where do you think you're going?"
"Get off me." Cecily shook off Ophelia's hand.
Unsteady, Ophelia fell forward with a thud, crashing to the ground in a clumsy heap with a loud smack, enough to elicit a pained cry.
Without looking back, Cecily left.
Darian's cold eyes narrowed dangerously, filled with anger.
To him, Cecily was like a hedgehog, ready to prick anyone who annoyed her.
Larkin stepped forward with good intentions to help Ophelia up. She glanced at Darian with tearful eyes only to see his focus was still on Cecily's retreating figure.
She bit her lip hard, anxious as she stared at Darian. "Darian, are we just going to let Ms. Cecily go like this? Aunt Sandra is still..."
Darian furrowed his brow and retorted with a snarky edge, "What else do you want? Since when do you get to make decisions about my life?"
Ophelia tightened her grip on her hands as she wondered if Darian was blaming her for having Cecily sign the divorce agreement.
"Darian, I just wanted to be with you so much that I hoped your marriage in name only would end as soon as possible. I meant no harm." Ophelia reached for Darian's hand, desperately trying to explain.
"Then what about leaving with nothing? What do you mean by that? Am I now supposed to get your directions on how to split the marital assets?"
Over the past few days, Ophelia had seen too much of Darian getting angry at her over Cecily.
She felt wronged.
Cecily shouldn't have gotten a share of his money. That money would have been hers in the future, so there was no reason it should have been given to Cecily.
But now, seeing Darian enraged, she was just scared. She bit her lower lip and shook her head, saying, "No, Darian. That's not what I meant..."
"Enough, Ophelia. You know why I agreed to marry you. If it hadn't been for the drugs you gave her, if you hadn't gotten pregnant, none of this would be happening. If you continue to test my patience, then I'm sorry, but I won't tolerate you any longer. Our engagement is over. You like money; I can give you enough money to last a lifetime as compensation for that night." Darian massaged his temples. He could tolerate a fuss once, but his patience was wearing thin with repeated instances.
Upon hearing this, Ophelia panicked. She clung tightly to Darian's hand, her eyes pitiful, pleading, "I'm sorry, Darian. I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. Please, stop being angry.
"I was just too eager, I cared about you too much. I admit I don't like Ms. Cecily. She used such malicious tactics to cause the death of my child. How could I ever be kind and gracious to her?"
Ophelia was crying pitifully. Finally, she reached out and embraced Darian. "Darian, please don't leave me. I've loved you for so many years. I truly can't live without you."
Darian furrowed his brow, thinking about the eight-month-old child that hadn't made it to birth, and his heart softened a bit more.
Just then, a doctor emerged from the emergency room. "Is the patient's family here?"
Darian pushed past Ophelia to step forward. "I am. How is my mother?"
"Rest assured, she was treated a bit before arriving. The bleeding in her head was controlled in time, and she has a minor fracture in her arm. She'll need a few days of observation, but there's no serious harm."
"You said someone treated her before she was brought here?"
"Yes, the young lady who came with her." The doctor looked around but didn't see anyone. "I don't know where she's gone now, but she administered timely help. You should really thank her."
What Ophelia had said clearly didn't match the doctor's story. It was obvious who was more credible. Darian's expression darkened slightly as he nodded. "All right, I understand. Thank you."
Sandra was then taken to a hospital room.
Ophelia observed as Darian walked past, eager to converse but held back by the icy aura he exuded.
In the end, she clenched her teeth, infuriated, wishing she could grind Cecily into dust.
It was all Cecily's fault.
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