The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 2051-2060

The old lady’s eyes widened with surprise. “Morning sickness? These days,

young folks don’t even know when they’re pregnant?” Cicely just stared blankly

for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. “No…”

The old lady furrowed her brows and took Cicely’s arm, resting her fingers

gently on her wrist. “I’ve been a midwife all my life, brought six of my own into

the world, and my kids have given me a baker’s dozen of grandbabies. I’ve seen

my share of expectant mothers, and if I can’t spot a bun in the oven, I might as

well hang up my hat. There you have it, darling, a baby pulse. Barely six weeks

along, and you’re feeling the pangs a bit early, aren’t you?”

Cicely felt dazed as her hand instinctively touched her flat belly. She felt like she

was in a trance.

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Why did everything have to come crashing down today?

The old lady had seen all sorts of reactions from mothers-to-be when they found

out about their pregnancy.

Cicely’s look was nothing new to her.d2

Chuckling softly, she patted Cicely’s shoulder. “Bless your heart, go tell your

folks. And if you don’t take my word for it, get a thorough checkup with them. But

I’m telling you, you’re in the family way. Here, have one of these. My rascal of a

grandson thought he’d play a prank on me with these sour candies. And he gave

me so many all at once.”

As she spoke, the old lady fished out a handful of candies and handed them to

Cicely.

Cicely wandered over to the sink in a daze, rinsed her mouth, and mechanically

unwrapped a piece of candy, popping it into her mouth.

It was sour.

She never had a taste for it before, but now, it seemed more delightful than even

her favorite comfort food.

*

Cicely, who hadn’t planned on resting, went upstairs to find an apple in the fruit

bowl of her room. She clumsily peeled it and ate it, then curled up on the bed,

hand on her belly, and closed her eyes.

Half an hour later, she found herself back outside the emergency room.

Issac still hadn’t emerged. Brody sat there, head lowered. Cicely’s silent

approach allowed her to see a tear drop to the floor beside him. Her heart

clenched painfully, but she swallowed back the rising sorrow and took a seat

next to him.

Brody finally noticed her, jerking upright and frantically wiping his tear-streaked

face. Turning to Cicely, he didn’t catch her eye as she stared at the clock above

the emergency room door.

Brody was relieved she hadn’t seen him in that vulnerable moment. “He’s still in

there. Miss, why don’t you rest a bit more?”

“I managed to sleep for half an hour, and I even had an apple.” She figured the

best way to repay everyone’s care was to look after herself. Apart from that, she

didn’t know what else she could do.

Brody managed a relieved smile. “A bit more rest would do you good.”

Cicely couldn’t muster a smile, but her lips curled into a semblance of one.

“When Issac comes out, I’ll make sure to sleep even longer.”

Brody just chuckled, “As long as you get enough rest.”

Cicely didn’t respond, just fished another candy from her pocket and unwrapped

it.

*

Evening turned to night, and eight long hours passed with the red light outside

the emergency room still burning.

Nurses and doctors came and went, the urgency of their movements a clear

sign that the situation was dire.

With each ticking second, Cicely’s despair deepened, and Brody’s forced

composure also began to crumble.

*

The Ellis Group was indeed in chaos, because Seth didn’t arrive at the hospital

until past eight.

Cicely was no different than a living corpse now. Brody was pale and shaking,

barely able to keep himself together, let alone offer Cicely any comfort.

The emergency room doors swung open and shut, with medics rushing back

and forth, signaling a critical phase in the operation.

Cicely sat motionless, her mind blank with shock.

Charlie, witnessing the scene, felt his heart pounding as if it would burst from his

chest. What would happen if Issac couldn’t make it?

As that thought gripped him, the light outside the emergency room dimmed.

…

Silence engulfed the hallway.

Brody slowly rose from his seat, only to collapse weakly to the floor. Charlie

rushed to help him up.

The door to the emergency room opened, and several doctors appeared. Brody

stumbled towards them. “Doctor, how’s my boy…”

Cicely clasped her hands tightly, her gaze fixed on the doorway. She watched a

doctor remove his mask and shake his head with regret. “I’m sorry, we did

everything we could.”

It felt like a bomb went off in Cicely’s head. She swayed, nearly fainting.

Seth, his face grim, quickly wrapped his arms around her. “Cicely!”

The doctor continued, “The blast caused too much internal damage. He’s got

maybe 48 hours. Spend what time you can with him.”

Brody staggered, supported only by Charlie’s strength.

“No, it can’t be. Issac… no, no, no.” Cicely stared into the void in Seth’s arms,

shaking her head and muttering under her breath. It wasn’t loud, but Seth felt as

if he was shaken to the core.

“Cicely, come on!”

At this point, Issac was wheeled out, Cicely forcefully turned in Seth’s arms,

staring at the man on the mobile bed full of tubes. She struggled to rush

forward. “Issac, don’t leave… you promised to stay with me… I’m scared, I’m

scared alone, Issac… don’t leave me…”

“You have not worn the dress I gave you for my wedding… you have not seen

me in a wedding dress… you said you would protect me for a lifetime… Issac…

please don’t leave me… I’m afraid… please…”

Charlie watched this scene, his eyes also welling up with tears.

Seth held Cicely tight, a wave of fear he had never experienced before welling

up within him. “Cicely, I’m here, I’ll be with ytou…”

“Get out!!!” As Issac was wheeled away, Cicely turned and slapped Seth.

“Ma’am!” cried Charlie in alarm.

Cicely turned to him in disarray, tears covering her entire face. There was thick

hatred in her eyes, and every word she said was like a knife edge.

As if she had realized something in an instant, she suppressed all her emotions,

staring at him, “What can you do if you’re here? What can you do? Can you

save him? If you can’t, get out!”

A flush spread across Seth’s cold face as he looked at her holding back her

already erupting anger, engulfed in overwhelming grief, and coldly watcjing him.

He was surprised by the depth of Cicely’s feelings for Issac. Underneath their

customary and bland interactions, such deep feelings were hidden. “So…” When

he spoke again, his tight voice was hoarse, “You’re saying if Issac really dies,

you won’t want me either?”

Cicely clenched her hand tightly, her fingertips piercing her palm. “Yes! If Issac

dies, I don’t want you either!”

…

The air around them seemed to be vacuumed out. Seth stared at her face, his

eyes dark as a night sky heavy with storm clouds, obscure and profound.

Charlie felt suffocated at his side, as if an unseen force was crushing his chest.

No one knew what Seth was thinking. Whether he wanted to strangle the

woman before him or simply cut ties with her once and for all.

But Cicely didn’t want to waste another minute with this man. He wouldn’t kill

her, not now at least. And if he wanted to break things off, she couldn’t care less.

She struggled to free herself from his embrace and turned to leave with cold

indifference, but a strong force yanked her back with vigor.

Seth held her wrists above her head, his dark eyes locking onto hers from a

closer distance. His voice was more hoarse than ever. He watched her for a

long while before slowly speaking, “Cicely, I’m asking you one more time, and

think carefully before you answer. The doctor has already signed Issac’s death

warrant. Are you sure you want to do the same to us?”

Cicely’s heart clenched, and an uncontrollable heavy pain spread a little bit

upwards towards her eyes. She had already given him an answer once, but this

time, to repeat it, the words stuck in her throat, unable to be voiced. If she really

said it, it might be the end of whatever was between her and Seth.

However, if Issac was truly gone, could the two of them pretend nothing had

happened and stay together?

No, they couldn’t.

“Without Issac to witness our wedding, I’d rather not have it. So yes, you’re right,

Seth. Unless Issac can pull through, the day he stops breathing is the day I file

for divorce from you.”Cicely fought to keep her words coherent, each syllable felt like she was

severing the cord that she had nourished with her own blood between them, the

pain was visceral. Seth’s grip on her wrist was so strong it felt like her bones

might shatter, and she winced in agony.

Instead, he just looked at her expression and suddenly sneered.

She was in pain now? He wanted to know how deep her pain ran, and to

compare it to the torment he was enduring now. But in the end, seeing her pale,

sweat-beaded face, he eased his grip. He still held her firmly, staring deeply into

her eyes before he finally spoke a single word.

“Fine.”

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Cicely’s heart felt like plastic on an open flame, shriveling instantly.

Seth was an enigma, and the nature of his relationship with Cicely—whether it

was affection, love, or indifference—was beyond Charlie’s understanding. It

seemed to Charlie that Mr. Diaz could act the same way with any other woman,

if he wanted.d2

But which woman could make Mr. Diaz willing to do so?

Charlie didn’t understand, but he sensed that the current standoff between the

two would eventually brew into a profound regret.

“Mr. Diaz.” Charlie tried to remind Seth to stay calm, knowing that making

decisions in the heat of the moment was a bad idea.

Cicely, enduring the sharp pain in her heart, slowly nodded, “I’ll prepare the

divorce papers. The damage to Diaz International’s operations is indeed my

fault. As compensation, I’ll transfer all of my Ellis Group shares to you.”

Charlie was visibly shocked.

All of her shares in Diaz International? That could be enough to take over

several Diaz Internationals.

Seth smirked, “Seems like I’m getting the better end of the deal after all. But

Issac isn’t dead yet, so this sweet deal is just a thought for now.”

Cicely took a deep breath, “I’ll have the divorce agreement prepared in

advance.”

Seth watched her silently for a moment longer, then finally let go of her hand.

“But before that, Cicely, don’t forget you’re still my wife. You and your well-being

are still my responsibility. Issac dies the day after tomorrow, and until then, you’d

better swallow your food and water, even if you have to force it down. I’ll even

tie you to the bed if I have to make sure you get some sleep. So, it’s in your best

interest to behave and not provoke me.”

Cicely’s eyelashes trembled.

“Charlie!”

Charlie snapped to attention, “Yes, Mr. Diaz.”

“Take her to see Issac, and in half an hour, set the nightcap in front of her and

watch her finish it.”

Charlie glanced at Cicely, torn, but obliged. “Understood.”

With that said, Seth turned to leave.

Cicely watched his assertive retreating figure, her clenched fists tightening and

then releasing. Finally, she lowered her gaze, concealing the emotions in her

eyes, and walked away.

Issac had been taken to the ICU.

Brody stood by, looking at his unconscious son on the hospital bed, tears

streaming down his face.

Cicely stumbled as she entered the room but managed to steady herself with

Charlie’s help. She stared at the man on the bed, tears falling uncontrollably. All

the tears of her life seemed to want to dry up in just one day.

Charlie assisted Cicely closer to the lifeless Issac, and suddenly, she knelt

before Brody.

“Miss!” Brody’s voice quivered as he tried to lift her up.

However, Cicely grabbed his hand instead. She lowered her head, biting her lip

tightly to keep the sadness coursing through her body down, and to keep her

voice from sounding so shaking. “Brody, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, miss.”

Cicely shook her head, her voice tense with endless regret and sorrow. “It is all

my fault, Brody. It is all my fault.”

Brody closed his eyes in resignation.

Charlie could see that Brody still harbored regrets, and he still blamed Cicely.

Regardless of the reasons, Issac’s condition had something to do with her. Even

if it was about duty or responsibility, the only son he had was about to be lost.

People might not believe it if you said Cicely was well-behaved and

understanding, but they would believe if you said she was spoiled and petulant.

Brody had watched Cicely grow up, pampered and loved. She was sensible,

indeed, but she was also petulant.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to truly blame her. Everyone was a victim in their

own right.

“I’m sorry, Brody. I’m sorry.” Cicely’s slender shoulders shook as she repeated

her apology.

Brody heaved a deep sigh, then knelt beside her. “Miss, Issac did the right thing.

It’s just fate.”

Cicely took a deep breath, struggling to stand and helping Brody up with

Charlie’s assistance, then guiding him to sit down.

The busy medical staff approached to remind them, “You can stay at most 30

minutes tonight.”

*

Seth made his way straight to the hospital’s park, stopping in front of a row of

cypress trees.

The events of the entire day replayed in his mind. In the end, it all came down to

Cicely’s every expression, and every word she spoke.

She seemed to wield a hundred ways to inflict pain, sharp, keen, and unerring.

If Issac died, she didn’t want anything to do with him. The one who feared he

would leave was her, and ironically, the one who didn’t want him was also her.

A low, cool chuckle escaped his throat as he took out his phone with fingertips

white from the cold. He dialed a number and waited for the call to connect, the

phone pressed to his ear.

The summer night’s warm breeze brushed by, people in the park walked and

chatted, but in his world, there was only the sound of the call waiting tone.

“Hello?” A deep, steady voice eventually answered.

Seth slowly began, “Damon, I need a favor.”

“A favor?” The voice on the other end fell silent for a split second, as if the words

were unfamiliar, especially coming from Seth. “I’ve been following the news. If

you want my help with Diaz International, no problem.”

“I’ll handle Diaz International myself.”

Damon’s lips curled into a smirk. This was the Seth he knew—oozing pride and

arrogance from every pore. But if that were the case, what could possibly make

him swallow his pride and come asking for a favor?

Damon’s interest was piqued, a rare occurrence. “So, what’s up?”

“Help me save someone.”

“You’re asking for help, which means this isn’t going to be easy.”

“That’s right.”

“And if we fail?”

Seth’s expression turned to stone. “Failure is not an option.”

No matter what. At any cost. Issac couldn’t die.

Half an hour later, Seth found his way to the VIP hospital room. Charlie’s

reaction was more relaxed than expected.

Cicely was perched on a sofa outside the room, nibbling on a plate of neatly

sliced fruit. It was her request, and Charlie had personally peeled and sliced it

for her.

“Mr. Diaz.”

Seth’s gaze shifted from Cicely, his tone as flat as his expression. “I told you to

prepare dinner, and you serve her this?”

“My apologies, Mr. Diaz,” Charlie hastily replied. “Dinner will be just a little while

longer. The missus wanted something from Carly’s kitchen, and I’ve already

informed Carly. She’s on it.”

Seth was surprised. He hadn’t expected her to ask for anything to eat. It wasn’t

like her usual style, but it did remind him of the Cicely who never let herself be

slighted.

His expression softened slightly as he took off his coat and approached the

sofa, tossing it over the backrest.

Cicely didn’t look up from her phone, occasionally picking up a piece of fruit and

chewing with a crunch. He sat down beside her, watching as her plate of fruit

neared empty yet she showed no sign of stopping. He finally spoke up. “You still

need to eat dinner.”

Cicely kept eating, “I’ll eat dinner and fruit. I’ll eat whatever I want. When did you

start dictating my diet? Or is it that you think you’ve only got two days left to

make me miserable?”

Her words were laced with venom, dripping with sarcasm. In the end, no one

could outdo Cicely when it came to making others miserable.

Charlie glanced at Seth, trying to gauge his reaction. Charlie had to admit that

Seth was truly good at hiding his emotions. If anyone else were in Mr. Diaz’s

shoes, they’d probably be angry, but Seth remained impassive, simply leaning

back and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Better to eat less at night. Overeating

will make you uncomfortable, and it will disturb my rest.”

Cicely paused, “If you’re so concerned, keep your distance. The bed at home

must be comfortable, or anywhere else for that matter. Don’t worry. Even if I’m in

agony, I won’t bother you.”

Seth dropped his hands and looked at Charlie, “How many servings did Carly

prepare?”

Charlie hesitated, “Enough for two.”

“Hmm, tell her to pack some extra, I’m starving.”

“Will do.”

Cicely’s eyes darkened.

Before long, Carly had the food delivered.

Charlie helped set it up, and as Cicely put away her phone and tried to stand,

Seth picked up a bowl of soup and said flatly, “If you don’t want me to force-feed

you or make idle conversation, sit down and eat. You’re the last person who

should be wasting energy today.”

Charlie handed her the utensils in timely fashion, “Ma’am, these are all dishes

you requested. Don’t let anger spoil your appetite.”

A flicker of annoyance crossed Cicely’s face, but she took the utensils anyway.

Seth and Charlie were right.

They ate in silence, neither offering food to the other, their utensils never

crossing paths.

Seth finished first and stood up, checking the time and glancing at Charlie.

Charlie quickly exited the room.

“Take a shower after you eat.” Seth looked down at Cicely, still leisurely enjoying

her meal, and with that, he took his coat and left the room.

When Charlie stepped out, he was met by two imposing strangers, standing

rigidly on either side of the room, obviously there to guard the Cicely’s room.

Startled, he saw Seth emerge behind them. “Sir, what is—”

Seth closed the door and gave him a level look. “Keep a close eye on her,

especially don’t let her step out of this room.”

Charlie was puzzled. Watching the lady was a given, but not allowing her to

leave and bringing in bodyguards, was this some kind of house arrest?

“If you can’t manage that, consider donating your heart and lungs to Issac.”

Charlie shuddered. Seth’s expression was dead serious.

“Understood.”

*

Cicely finished her meal with no intention of showering. She wanted to check on

her father and see Issac again, but as soon as she opened the door, her vision

blurred, and two arms barred her way.

Regaining her composure, she faced the two men in black suits, their

expressions blank as they stood in her path. Her brow furrowed as she turned to

Charlie.

“What’s all this?”

Charlie’s scalp tingled with anxiety, “For your safety, ma’am.”

“Really?” Cicely raised an eyebrow coolly, “Is Danielle and her mother out for

revenge, planning to come kill me?”

Charlie had never known how to handle the little princess of P City, and now he

was even more at a loss. “It is not like that, ma’am.”

“No? Aside from those two lunatics, I really can’t think of anyone else with such

a grudge against me.”

Charlie was at a loss for words.

On reflection, even though the P City princess was known for being haughty and

proud, it seemed no one had really crossed her. Perhaps it was out of respect

for her status as the heiress of the Ellis family, but he couldn’t fathom who would

pose a threat to her. It seemed that the only people who really couldn’t stand her

were Ms. Danielle and Mr. Diaz’s mother. But after all, they were both saved by

Mrs. Cicely, and it wouldn’t be right for them to cause her any trouble at this

time. So what exactly Mr. Diaz meant by his actions, Charlie didn’t understand.

“For safety’s sake, Mrs. Cicely, you should go back and rest.”

“And what if I don’t?”

Charlie sighed, “Then I’m sorry, ma’am, but I must insist.”

Cicely’s face was set in a frown as she attempted to leave, but the two men

swiftly moved to block her, standing as two unyielding walls, determined not to

let her step out of the hospital room. Knowing that forcing her way out would be

futile, Cicely picked up her phone and dialed Seth’s number.

It took a while for Seth to answer, his voice low and indifferent, rippling through

the line without a hint of surprise. “Yes?”

“I want to go out.”

“Have you taken a shower? If so, go to bed and sleep.”

Cicely closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, “Seth, what do you mean?”

“Take a shower and get some rest.”

“Seth!”

“Since you’re calling me now, it proves my arrangements are correct. Don’t

waste my time. You don’t like talking to me, do you? But if you’ve changed your

mind, I can come right back and keep you company.”

Cicely hung up without another word.

Seth pocketed his phone and stepped out from the top floor’s emergency exit.

The ground below was alight with the constant flicker of neon signs and the red

streams of traffic.

The city of P remained vibrant with life, and everything that had happened today

was swallowed up in the urban pulse, as if leaving no trace.

*

Back in her hospital room, Cicely had taken a shower, her hair still damp.

Seth walked in with his jacket draped over his wrist, tossed it onto the couch,

and headed straight for her.

Cicely was standing by the window, sipping water and gazing out at the night

skyline that belonged uniquely to P City, lost in thought. She was aware of

Seth’s presence when he entered the room and even as he approached her. His

tall and straight silhouette reflected on the glass.

He reached out to touch her hair, “Should I dry it for you?”

Cicely swatted his hand away. “What is all this?” Cicely spoke slowly, her tone

flat, “Are you afraid that I’m going to wait for an opportunity to flee the city after I

ruin your program? Or do you think I’ll choose to go into hiding because I don’t

want to divorce you?”

“You can rest easy. My dad and Issac are here; even if I were guilty, I wouldn’t

leave them. And if it’s the latter, since I’m the one who initiated this, I surely don’t

need to be so cowardly as to back out now.”

Seth glanced at her coolly, then turned and walked into the bathroom, only to

come out with a hairdryer and approach her again. “Sit on the bed.”

Cicely’s delicate hand clenched the water glass tightly. His nonchalant attitude

was infuriating. Unable to contain her temper, she threw the warm water from

the glass in Seth’s face.

“Who are you playing the good guy for? Afraid I won’t write your shares into the

divorce agreement? Don’t worry, I will give them to you. Everyone knows my

character; the Ellis Group is doomed under my watch. Rather than letting others

scheme and take it from me, I’d rather give it to you. At least Diaz International

will have some hope. Even if you don’t covet it, I was going to give it to you

eventually. Why else would I let you willingly manage the Ellis Group? I’ve given

you the opportunity to covet what I have from the start, and after suffering for so

long, it’s time you got what you wanted.”

His expensive light-colored shirt was soaked, drops of water still gathering and

trickling down his cool, indifferent face. Even after being splashed, Seth had no

reaction, but after hearing Cicely’s words, his eyes, veiled with droplets,

suddenly narrowed. “It’s time we got what we wanted?”

Cicely laughed sarcastically, “Well, it’s because of your mother, isn’t it? She

hates me because my father loved my mother, and because your father loved

her too. What other reason could there be for her to agree to let her son marry

me?”

Seth’s expression darkened further, “Did you hear something?”

“The plots you and your mother conjured together? It’s quite remarkable that I

would get wind of it. So, why then? Well, Charlie mentioned it was for my safety.

Is your mother sick again, ready to burst in here and stab me at any moment?”

For the first time, Seth’s expression could be described as furious, “Cicely, even

if you’re trying to provoke me, I won’t let you go out tonight. We can separate,

sure, but only after Issac’s dead the day after tomorrow.”

The water stopped dripping from his face, and with that, Seth took her hand and

led her to the bed. “You’ve said too much tonight. If you want to keep talking,

after I dry your hair, I’ll listen for as long as you want.”

Cicely closed her eyes, letting him dry her hair. “So, I was that annoying before.

You have quite the patience.”

Seth paused for a moment, then continued to run his fingers through her scalp,

her soft hair slipping through the warm air from the dryer. Afterward, he went

into the bathroom himself.

Cicely opened the door to the room, and the two men were still stationed

outside. Charlie leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Seeing

Cicely, he suddenly stood up straight. “Ma’am.”

Cicely looked impassive, “I want some milk.”

Charlie was briefly taken aback, then quickly responded, “Right away, ma’am.”

Cicely closed the door again.

When Seth came out of the shower, Charlie was just knocking on the door,

holding a glass of milk.

“It’s for Ms. Cicely.”

Seth withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Cicely leaned against the headboard, browsing her phone. The news was full of

the day’s events.

The issues with Diaz International.

The status of the Ellis family.

The condition of Mr. Ellis.

The latest developments of Danielle.

She followed the trending topics, one by one.

The issue of Diaz International was further investigated.

The Ellis Group was holding steady, thanks to Seth having taken the reins for a

while now. With him at the helm, things were relatively stable.

Her dad’s surgery had been a roaring success.

Danielle’s face was ruined, her body riddled with shards of glass, large patches

of skin burnt away. But she had dumb luck on her side. She had been close to

the window when the blast threw her out, landing her outside where she was

scorched for a good while. At least she was still breathing, her organs

miraculously unharmed.

How did that woman always manage to land on her feet? It’s the good ones that

die young, while the wicked seem to live forever.

Cicely had enough of the screen and got up, grabbing the glass of milk. Charlie

was thoughtful as ever; the milk was the perfect temperature. She tilted her

head back, took a gulp, and then walked over to the bed, pulling back the

covers to slide in.

Seth was outside on a call, seemingly about the Ellis Group.

When he returned, he climbed into bed, pulling her into his embrace. Cicely

wasn’t asleep, and she didn’t open her eyes in his arms. “We’re on the brink of

divorce. You find this amusing?”

“Not in the least. Maybe I should pin you down and have my way with you a few

times? Would that be amusing?”

Cicely’s eyes fluttered, her arm resting on her waist, palm on her belly, and she

fell silent.

Today had been draining, and even though nothing had turned out as she had

hoped, exhaustion took over, and Cicely quickly fell asleep. Her shallow breaths

danced on his chest, the familiar soft warmth in his arms, yet something felt

different.

She had actually brought up divorce.

Seth gazed down at her smooth forehead and curled lashes, his arms around

her tightening slightly. After a moment, he lowered his head and kissed her

forehead.

*

The next day, under Seth’s supervision, Cicely had breakfast and changed into

clean clothes. “I want to go see my dad.”

“You can visit him for 30 minutes this afternoon.”

“I’m going to see Issac first.”

Seth remained silent.

Cicely clenched her fists, looking up at Seth with a cold indifference. “You’re not

planning to keep me cooped up here for two days, are you?”

After a brief silence, Seth slipped into the clean clothes Charlie had laid out for

him and said indifferently, “I’ll come with you.”

Cicely didn’t bother to respond; it was pointless.

At the door, two men in black suits stood guard as Charlie lingered nearby, but

with Seth by her side, no one stopped her.

When they reached the ICU where Issac was supposed to be, there was no one

there. Issac wasn’t in his bed, and Brody wasn’t by his side. The entire ICU had

been cleared out, devoid of any trace of its previous occupants.

Cicely’s gaze landed on the empty scene, her mind buzzing, and then

everything went blank.Seth stood behind her, his expression somber as he watched her silhouette.

Her head turned slowly from side to side, disbelief etched on her face as she

took in her surroundings, unable to accept what had happened. After what felt

like an eternity, she spun around, her eyes bloodshot with distress. “Issac’s

dead?”

She spoke directly, confronting the cruel, ruthless reality she least wanted to

face.

Seth’s deep-set eyes flickered slightly as he replied, his voice cool, “I don’t

know.”

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Cicely suddenly stepped toward him, and up close, the resentment in her gaze

was unmistakable. She pushed against his chest with both hands.

A woman’s strength isn’t much. Seth thought she might slap him in fury, as she

had done the day before, but instead she pushed him, and caught off guard, he

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is Issac really

her gaze,

restraint

me go out last

take a

off, her eyes shimmering with

unshed tears.

face darkened, his voice suddenly turning cold, “He

drifted upward, studying Seth’s stern face in silence. Then, as

her, she pulled out her phone

phone

moment it started

or six attempts, she

in chaos,

her to calm down.

How can someone just

Cicely, the patient was taken by his father. We couldn’t

what good are you? You can’t save a life, and you can’t stop someone

the point of

could only let her vent her frustration. Seth stood by,

end, exhausted and without any answers,

office, like a

wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s number

the result was the same. The

began.

her hand resting on her eyes, her slender

seemed to be crying, soundlessly, but

and sorrow were palpable.

approached her and gently pulled her into his

head, his deep and gentle voice

go have lunch.”

making no attempt to struggle or

after about a minute of silence,

juice and Tom Yum soup. I don’t want meat or anything from

restaurants outside.”

calm and compliance,

hysteria, seemed far

her eyes,

bent down and picked her up. Cicely did not refuse,

on him, her eyes

instructed Charlie

the bed, and Seth handed her a glass of water,

accepted. After she drank, she nestled into

later, Charlie brought

a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually, she set down

dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and looked at Seth with a

not want

his cup

who was leaning on the couch, her tone as cold

by taking Issac away, making me unable

not that he’s dead, and

divorce you over him?”

setting the glass down, he said, “It sounds

might be right.”

tugged at her lip, “Why? What else do you want? Aren’t the Ellis

it

you a feeling of being

on, and you can’t

his thin lips pressed into a

and after a long while, he hooked

him. “So no matter

be ended for

in a sardonic smile, “Can’t you just

me?”

you wanted to

you for

a cold smile, grew

no

door interrupted them, and Seth turned to open

in, “Mr. Diaz, the

waiting for you; it can’t

the events of the previous day and losing an entire

shareholders and executives were

phone had been bombarded with

first gone

staying by his wife’s side, cool and composed as if nothing

believe Mr. Diaz was unaware

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

gaze and slowly closed her eyes

couch.

jacket

mess out there, and you won’t gain anything

in the hospital

hear Seth’s footsteps fading away, followed

the door. “Keep a close eye on her.

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

came in to clear the table and tidy up the room, removing

remnants of the meal.

left the ward. Two burly men followed her as if

thing in

up to Creighton’s intensive care unit. The medical

she waited outside

could enter.

was still not optimistic. Creighton needed to

forty-eight hours to be truly

nodded and thanked the doctor. She then sat

and rested

eyes, pushing down

inside her.

what was said in those recordings.

Ray. Joel gave me that USB drive. He’s part

and that drive is a bit special. It can

hides automatically. As soon as someone

his team are working hard on

ready and we retrieve the files, I’ll be

really don’t need to worry. I’m your daughter, after

mistreated? I agreed to go to the

evidence of my innocence. If they dare to bring me in

as I prove I’m clear,

trouble growing up, but I’ve never actually

department. The thought of it makes my hands itch to do it. But

with later, and I’ll definitely

you don’t want me to get arrested, I won’t.

you’ve got to recover quickly and

support.”

and wiped away the tears at

graying hair. Her heart was full of

much to say to someone, so

situation, her desire to

pregnant. But everyone who should know

died, it was

excitement for them.

tragedy becomes

is infuriating.

cared for her would react the

couldn’t bring

these issues.

how much Issac meant to her, how heartbroken she’d

and how ill-timed a pregnancy would

she

to Creighton about trivial things, carefully

aftermath of the Diaz International

passed quickly, and the ICU doctor came in to ask

the unit, Cicely went to the hospital’s park

the fence was the parking lot. Her mind was a blur.

Creighton to wake up; she couldn’t

anything beyond that.

she stared blankly at the distant parking

with large bags and happy faces,

figure carrying things

At that moment, her

He asked about her dad

his

turned slowly from side to side, disbelief etched on her face

unable to accept what

around, her eyes bloodshot with distress.

dead?”

spoke directly, confronting the cruel, ruthless reality she least wanted

face.

flickered slightly as he replied,

know.”

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suddenly stepped toward him, and up close, the resentment in

pushed against his chest with

isn’t much. Seth thought she

day before, but instead she

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

“Is Issac

met her gaze,

restraint and forbearance.

me go out

have dinner, take a shower, and get

gone.” She cut him off,

unshed tears.

face darkened, his voice suddenly turning cold, “He

studying Seth’s stern face in silence. Then, as if

struck her, she pulled out her phone and

phone to her

off the moment it started to ring.

five or six attempts, she gave

hospital director’s office was in chaos, but the director could only

her to calm down.

How can someone just

patient was taken by his father. We

good are you? You can’t save a life, and you can’t stop someone

the point

vent her

exhausted

a zombie devoid of thought, nearly drifting

hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s number

was the same. The call

began.

phone, her hand

into a ball. She seemed to be crying, soundlessly, but

and sorrow were palpable.

her and gently pulled her into his arms, his hand

deep and

go have lunch.”

no

about a minute of silence,

soup. I

restaurants outside.”

Her current calm and compliance,

hysteria, seemed far

closed her eyes,

Cicely did not refuse,

fatigue as she leaned on him, her

Charlie

was laid on the bed, and Seth handed her a glass of water,

drank, she

hour later, Charlie

always ate with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually,

dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and looked at Seth with

not want

grip on his cup tightened

was leaning on the couch, her tone as

think, by taking Issac

left, not that he’s dead, and that I

divorce you over him?”

glass down, he said, “It sounds

might be right.”

at her lip, “Why? What else do

my hands good enough? Or is it because I

giving you a feeling of being

can’t get over it, so you won’t

lips pressed into a straight

long while, he hooked his lips

no matter

be

sardonic smile, “Can’t you

me?”

The fact is you wanted

for

tinged with a cold

“For no

on the door interrupted

Diaz, the

it

of the previous day and losing an

shareholders and executives were

bombarded with calls, including the one Mr.

handed off to him. Mr. Diaz had first gone to

his wife’s side, cool and composed as if

believe Mr. Diaz

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

gaze and slowly closed her eyes against

couch.

up and grabbed his jacket from the couch. “I’ve

mess out there, and

the hospital to avoid unnecessary

remained silent. She could hear Seth’s footsteps fading

the door. “Keep a close

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

clear the table and tidy up the room,

remnants of the meal.

and left the ward. Two burly men

thing

the elevator up to Creighton’s intensive

she waited outside

could enter.

was still not optimistic. Creighton needed to stabilize

forty-eight hours to be truly

doctor. She then sat beside the

hand, and rested her cheek against

pushing down

inside her.

about what was said in those recordings. Yes, I said it, but

me that USB drive.

drive is a bit special. It can fry a computer, but all the

drive and hides automatically. As soon as someone

team

retrieve the

your

I agreed to go to the justice department

If they dare to bring me

I’m clear,

of trouble growing up, but I’ve never

makes my

to be a mess to deal with later,

get arrested, I won’t. However, I still intend

Dad, you’ve got to recover quickly and

support.”

stood up and wiped away the tears at

graying hair. Her heart was full of pain

say

to talk about Issac’s situation, her desire to divorce

be pregnant. But everyone

died, it was just a bit

excitement for them.

one person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment,

is infuriating.

would react the most, and offer her

That was why she couldn’t

these issues.

much Issac meant to

a pregnancy would

she couldn’t

about trivial things,

aftermath of the

quickly, and the ICU doctor came in to ask her to

the hospital’s

fence. Beyond the fence was the parking lot. Her mind was a blur.

Creighton

anything beyond that.

distant parking lot, watching

large bags and happy faces,

figure carrying

hospital. At that

He asked about her

Erik said, “Go check on her

as he disappeared, then

face, one that had clashed

debates before.

assistant working alongside

care

family, Erik was

doctor in the house, and she had not even returned home

is doing, I heard she’s

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got up and walked over to the

in the parking

silence on the other end of

railing tightly as she spoke

“If only Patty and Danielle hadn’t

quicker. It wouldn’t have taken much, maybe just a

ten might have

the blast, and Issac wouldn’t

deep, gravelly voice filled with helplessness and a choke

from the phone, “Cicely…”

do you know what Issac meant to me?

but now that

was the old man’s granddaughter. So

wasting so much time

wouldn’t have died.

long pause, Cicely took a deep breath, “Alright. I’ll go

for you.”

up, Cicely put away her phone and turned, expressionless, towards

hospital.

hadn’t been in Danielle’s room for long before Cicely arrived.

some lunch.

side of the hospital room door, not

her.

was there in Danielle’s room, looking haggard

edge of the bed, peeling

she heard a knock and turned to

doorway.

had already jumped

are

These were matters

was best for him to

affairs.

a wry smile, “Ms. Patty, Danielle has Ellis blood in

her than you are, so why wouldn’t

she approached

eyes fell on the person wrapped up so tightly on the

mouth visible.

with dry

as if all her strength were focused there,

tear Cicely apart.

and he asked me to come

So I came to see just how pitiful you

legs had just healed,

point of living like

humanity? That’s your cousin you’re

wish

could no longer hold back, shaking with rage. Her voice exploded

yet Cicely remained indifferent, her gaze fixed

peeked out from the bandages looked

with a fury that seemed desperate to convey

hatred.

at me? Seems like, Issac and

a cursed star? Why does everyone

you suffer misfortune?”

cursed one.” Her voice

if speaking was pulling at her wounds, causing tears

eyes.

smile slowly cooled. “Danielle, if you hadn’t

wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have

make no more difference to me than if you were

Patty suddenly shouted beside her, “Do

Danielle and Seth are like stray dogs to

Have you forgotten how

that, Cicely slowly turned her head, her detached and icy gaze making

“What

Cicely finally said,

are you deliberately picking a fight?

He always thought I was heartless and

it’s actually you

“You…”

save you, do you think you’d

expect gratitude, but is a simple ‘thank you’

for your

paused, the anger in her eyes intensifying. “You saving us? Wasn’t

trying to curry favor so I wouldn’t stand in

and Seth? Otherwise, why would you bother to

you hadn’t come, we would have missed the explosion,

You have the nerve to

to settle

all. How twisted must one’s

thankless, to be unable to distinguish right from wrong,

blatantly distort the truth.

narrowing with a dangerous glint as

closer. “If we hadn’t come along, Danielle

you. Your fate? Nothing more than

back at her

be falling over yourselves

to understand something. Your lives? They were saved by Issac. So,

you scrape by every day from

it weren’t for you two, he wouldn’t be

was a brief silence in the

made Cicely’s temples throb with a

us? Got what he deserved, didn’t he?” The fury that had been brewing

if the explosion

inside her head. “You

say his death

emanating from Cicely, trembled from head

raised the

you trying

as a statue. Patty’s heart steadied, and her

cold, mocking smile. “Am I wrong? I didn’t ask you

choice on your own, dragging that spineless lapdog

If you hadn’t come, how

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stood out

“Even if I did come up because I

stalled me for Danielle, Danielle

died. No one

something like that.”

in her bed, sensed the dangerous mood that

the sharp paring

searing pain in her body, she propped herself

spat out each word with her raspy voice. “Cicely,

go upstairs to fetch your wedding dress. So, even

had boarded the rescue helicopter right from the start,

even gone back

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

now interspersed with painful

with his body. No matter what, you can’t blame Issac’s

on me and Patty.”

No matter her reasons for wanting to

a time, it didn’t matter anymore. Patty and

had known it from

still saved them. They owed Issac a debt of gratitude,

as unforgivable as his

be such

into fists, her body

Cicely’s pain. It was evident on her

late Millie were so similar,

Millie was a nothing more than

arrogantly than anyone else,

seemed to

died, Patty hadn’t seen her humiliated or in pain.

her daughter. She

Cicely’s anguish.

tinged with satisfaction and triumph flickered

to hurt her, badly, by any means

let out

why I came to save

gain your favor.

pulled a faint smile and slowly lifted

a mocking

in shock, and even Danielle on the sickbed

incredulously at Cicely.

Patty could

Now she kind of realized it. It was

relieving.

a few days after Ray nearly forced himself on me,

composure shattered,

ring on Seth? Or do you want to

the drawer of the

few seconds, staring

more grotesquely. “No! I don’t

me…”

dismissive, “Then why would he suddenly propose

already given up on him.

another man around that time. Perhaps he’s fallen for

to control

“He would never fall for you. He

feigning understanding, “Well, so other

would choose to marry

the Ellis Group shares,

flickered, “If that’s the case, being open about

Why lie to you? I

recovering from her shock, eyed the

bit her lip. “Cicely, if you’re

of the woods yet, and his time might

You should spend time with him

darkened as she turned

talking about? Who says my

Patty’s gaze piercing her

been

is dying? Creighton is dying?!” Patty’s shrill voice cut

as she turned,

her, the knife lunging

instinctively shielded her stomach and

all your

halted

had no choice but to reach out and

wrong with you?!”

trembling in Patty’s hands seemed to emanate from

taut nerves. Patty’s

she glared at

“It’s all because of you! If it weren’t

fine. Everyone would be fine. You’re like a

find Millie

was still reeling from Patty’s emotional outburst. Did she

condition this much? What

so much, why did Patty want to

would never fall for you.” Patty’s vision swirled

One moment it was

flipping back and

Patty’s bewildered look, glanced down at

thought to wrestle it

Cicely’s hand.

her a cruel smile. “I told

Seth hates you for the rest of his

could process her words,

handle, and plunged it into her own

widened in horror as Patty, clutching her hand, yanked

face

her warm blood painted Cicely’s

down,

blanket

That word was

tight, her eyes locked onto Danielle’s,

to convey

with terror, and

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

burst open as Shane and two men

The scene

in

holding a bloodstained knife,

out of it and

into chaos, and Cicely stood frozen

and avoidant glances

terrified. She might have been

gory scene, especially not

was ushered out of the room by

she shakily washed the blood from her hands, face,

daze, she made her way to Creighton’s intensive care

before visiting hours and stood outside

been with her immediately called

they stood by her

overheard a commotion

you

you need to

seconds of silence

“Cicely.”

blinked, slowly lifting her head and turning toward the familiar

stood before her, well-preserved,

youthful grace of a young

softening

stared in confusion at the familiar yet somehow distant figure

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

and with a

mess.” The tap was firm, enough to

wince and step aside.

abnormal reaction. With a

her niece’s face.

flickered, and she shook her head slightly, but tears

nonetheless.

braced herself, but seeing Cicely’s tears, she was still taken

her cry even when Millie had passed

through, Lana took a

into an embrace. Stroking her hair, Lana whispered softly, “It’s okay,

am here now.”

raced to the hospital. Patty was in critical condition. Shane tried

had witnessed upon entering the

was stabbed in the chest, the blood-stained knife was in Cicely’s

passed out in the hospital

was careful with his words, not wanting to influence

how it was explained, everything seemed to

Cicely.

ICU and saw Cicely

deep in conversation.

sighed in relief

Cicely tensed.

man

detachment beyond his years. But

attempts at composure, Lana’s

through his façade.

a good man. No wonder

niece’s husband?” Lana’s

confusion.

his gaze to Cicely, whose face

Seth, her silence lingering for a

“Your mother might

a divorce, her

you to worry.” Lana was always decisive

made up her

a trait that had often caused her

headaches.

darkened immediately, “Who said we’re getting

divorce?”

not let it go? Do

nothing has happened and continue

so neither of

his eyes intently

emotionless. “Did you

narrowed her eyes

give you the shares of the

“Is Issac dead?”

mention of Issac, Cicely’s eyes shook, and she looked

stare, “You’re

he’s not dead, which means we can’t get a

in Cicely’s heart, “Seth, just to avoid a

to do with Issac’s disappearance?

hear of his death, we’re bound

“Think what you want.”

chilly laugh, “I asked your

insisting you couldn’t possibly fall for

at your actions now. Could it

hand in his pocket clenched slightly,

you tell my

her to use

And I asked her if

onto her, sharp

their emotional

“I’ll go talk to the doctor, arrange for a discharge as

your dad and you first, and then we’ll

bring your grandfather over.”

said this, she was already walking away but paused

at Seth before turning to Cicely, “If he

I remember

irreconcilable differences, living apart for

dissolve a marriage.”

“I’ll come with

to follow Lana, Seth caught her wrist.

revealing a trace of restraint, “Do you really think

leave just like that?”

ahead and

voice subdued and

provoke me.”

like you’re planning on

on leaving?”

“No.”

I’ll be leaving and I’ll complete

later.”

impatience and anger finally surfaced on

understand

For a moment, she was

again, his gentle voice marked by

Cicely. Don’t push

by palpitations. Painfully, she twisted

free from his shackles. She didn’t

him

stared at her, the darker his gaze was, the tighter his grip

instinctively as she struggled.

winced. A thin layer of sweat had pushed through her

forward, and grasped his hand, intending

grip as unyielding as iron claws embedded in her

it

to break his

the moment his grip loosened, Lana quickly pulled Cicely

a wary gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of

bottomless eyes.

kind of look was that? It was deep, unfathomable,

the bottom of an abyss, devoid of sound, wind, breath, or

away. She had

to live in eternal

at Cicely and wondered if

had provoked.

watching their retreating figures emotionlessly. His lips parted

soundlessly. “I told you, don’t provoke me.” Lana’s heart raced

word he had said. “Don’t provoke me,” the three

more ominous in hindsight.

severe the consequences of

could be.

know where the confidence came

killed if she insisted on leaving,

said.

was nothing more desperate and

but again, she was

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just spoken with the doctor, and they’d managed to secure an

was the presence

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

was half an hour, Lana did not stay in the room

for her big brother, she

thirty minutes. She

meaningless activities.d2

Lana glanced at the

holding her father’s, her plea for comfort both

lips. She raised her hand

hair, “You stay here with your dad

grandpa.”

nodded lightly, “Then I’ll visit

Your grandpa’s

After all, what hadn’t he lived through in

mouth to speak, but

managed a soft “Mhm.”

took a deep breath, her hands sliding into the pockets

you, and we’ll

expression finally relaxed a little. With her aunt gone, she

would do next. Especially concerning

felt clueless on

left the ICU, they were met by two police

glanced over the documents in their

firmly on Cicely’s face. “Are you Miss

a wave of panic washed

back. The officers noticed her reaction and shared

glance.

allegation against you for

We need you to come with us to the station

of them

immediately thinking of Patty. Under

would suspect her of

she went crazy on

just asking for your cooperation at this stage. Please discuss

the station,” the leading officer

away.

an investigation. First, it was the Department of Justice,

suddenly felt an eerie sense of

anything wrong yet was

stepped in, placing herself between Cicely and the officers.

Are you taking her for questioning or using

to lock

grew stern. “Ma’am, please watch your

work,” one

scoffed, “Have I insulted you? Is that

Can’t I even ask a

grew serious, “We’ll take her statement,

involved, she’ll be free

her smile dripping with sarcasm,

the investigation

deepened, “She’s a suspect

don’t let you take

justice is punishable by up to three years

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

stepped forward

different question. “Who reported the

they

her whole being feeling like it

a moment of suffocation,

was this his way of

Lana’s throat at the realization of the depth of the

ruthlessness.

pause, Cicely nodded slowly. She stood still,

in particular, lost in thought. Then, after several seconds, her voice,

any disturbance, rose gently.

gravely, “Don’t worry, I won’t let them take you. I’ll

right now.”

to hear Lana’s words,

as if to herself.

niece’s profile, noticing the faint, almost

smile.

he really love

it was Seth who sent Issac

want to

if Seth loved her. Patty was mad, and

to feel maybe

her leave with her

fingers on her wrist from

loved her as well.

she once asked him plainly, and he never answered,

So she wasn’t sure.

Cicely asked this

To this moment, she still couldn’t understand

Grim Reaper had stayed. It’s

or a twilit night that just lost light and life

darkening.

For some reason, she inclined more towards

metaphor.

“He does.”

people’s love is abnormal,

answer made Cicely smile. “Do you think

in

think about this

and

arrange for dad to leave, and visit grandpa. In order

trouble anymore, I’ll

like she just had a little bit of

couldn’t now bear any

Lana’s brow furrowed instantly as she

and gave her a gentle smile, “Just going in

“No way!”

sliced through the air, brooking

law enforcement officers beside them darkened in demeanor.

duties, we are well within our rights to deal

according to the

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

cut Lana off.

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eyes narrowed. After years of

forgotten a lot about the situation

go check on grandpa and make sure someone looks after

with them. And, could you please go first? I don’t want you to

like I’m being sent off to

thinking about such seemingly

was just the kind of

she was.

a deep breath with her eyes closed. “I’ll go with

With everything that’s happened these past few days, there’s

to arrange and deal with, and I don’t understand any

back. You don’t need to come

time for other

seconds. “Alright, I’ll take care of

you up as

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

officers approached, one

other pulled out handcuffs.

suddenly shrank,

The indifferent compliance from just moments ago was replaced

and distress. “What are

need to ensure

cooperate with us.”

want

of the Ellis family. How could she possibly wear such

won’t run. So

“If you don’t cooperate,

necessary forceful action.”

that. Without letting

“click,” those delicate wrists were encircled by

steel of the cuffs.

a sudden tingle in her nose, biting her lip hard to keep

hands clenched

relaxed.

out, at the emergency exit, Seth stood tall, his

watching her. She

officer nodded

gaze remained fixed on the woman between them, especially on

her hands. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly, his

clenched tightly. After a moment, he spoke, “Do you

go with

bone, stared back at him. Despite the sweltering

seeping into

fear

changed from indifference, to anger,

curve on her lips.

provoking you? The

if I did actually hurt someone, my family would ensure

make me give in this way? Let me

can you

dangerously, as if something feral was struggling to

from the abyss of his gaze. His hand in his

knuckles whitening, his

voice was tense, as if

choking him.

laughed, tasting his words, “Know

the cold, silvery handcuffs

of showing goodwill?”

to see Seth’s reaction or hear what he

took the lead in moving forward. “Weren’t you in a hurry to get back for

rush anymore? Even if you’re not, I’m in a

The officers quickly

the hospital, Cicely stopped again. Staring at

softly, “Could you cover

officer borrowed a lab coat from

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

was ugly. Really

*

was whisked away in the police car to the nearest precinct.

She was then directed to sit in

she pretended to

was small, with a one-way mirror opposite her,

table with a recorder on it.

working conditions were less than

uniformed officers, pistols at their hips, stood stoically beside

Cicely sat quietly,

spot on

ticked by. She thought about the

as a psychological tactic, but

She didn’t hurt anyone.

Seth watched Cicely

indifferent.

minute, the interrogator entered.

actual interrogation.

Liar.

began. The interrogator asked her

events.

fully, and she shared

she and Seth had

loved her

was insane, a total loon.”

stabbed herself

me the assailant, right?”

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