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

“Is Issac really

met her gaze,

holding back restraint and forbearance.

me go

you needed to have dinner, take a shower, and get some

off, her eyes shimmering

unshed tears.

suddenly turning

gaze drifted upward, studying Seth’s stern face in

she pulled out her phone and dialed Brody’s

the phone

call was cut off the moment it started to ring. She tried again,

six attempts, she gave up

hospital director’s office was in chaos, but the

her to calm down.

is he? How can someone just

Cicely, the patient was taken by

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

What’s the point

let her vent her frustration.

end, exhausted and without any

the director’s office, like a

she mechanically

but the result was the same. The call was disconnected as soon

began.

her hand resting on her

She seemed to be

and sorrow were palpable.

pulled her into his arms, his hand

head, his deep and

go have lunch.”

making no attempt to struggle or

immediately, but after about a minute of silence, she spoke

Tom Yum soup.

restaurants outside.”

paused, surprised. Her current calm and compliance, compared to

hysteria, seemed far too

her eyes, “I’m

picked her up. Cicely

on him, her eyes closed,

instructed Charlie to

and Seth

After she drank, she

later,

distinctive

her mouth with a napkin, and

“Do you not want

his cup tightened

her tone as cold and indifferent

taking Issac away, making me unable to see

not that

divorce you over him?”

the glass down, he said, “It sounds like

might be right.”

else do

enough? Or is it

being dumped, and you feel that your

you can’t get over it, so

thin lips pressed into a straight line. He

after a long while, he

no

to be ended for

in a sardonic smile, “Can’t you just pretend

me?”

fact is you wanted to dump me. Why would

for no

eyes, tinged with a cold smile,

no reason,

of a knock on the door interrupted them, and Seth turned to

in, “Mr. Diaz, the company

you; it

the previous day and losing

shareholders and executives

bombarded with calls, including the

him. Mr. Diaz had first gone to the Ellis Group,

staying by his wife’s side, cool and composed as if

Charlie didn’t believe Mr. Diaz was unaware of how bad

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

slowly closed her eyes against

couch.

and grabbed his jacket

It’s a mess out there, and you won’t gain anything

in the hospital to

hear Seth’s footsteps fading

at the door. “Keep a close eye

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

in to clear the table and tidy up

remnants of the meal.

Two burly men followed her as if

most natural thing in

elevator up to Creighton’s intensive care

she waited outside for a good

could enter.

not

hours to be

doctor. She then sat beside the

Creighton’s hand, and rested her cheek

her eyes, pushing down

inside her.

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

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

that drive is a bit special. It can fry

drive and hides automatically.

and his team are working hard on the

we retrieve the

I’m your

be mistreated? I agreed to go to

innocence. If they dare to bring me in for

I’m clear,

caused plenty of trouble growing up, but I’ve

my hands

with later, and I’ll

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

place up. Dad, you’ve got

support.”

tears at the

heart was full of

much to say

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

might be pregnant. But everyone

detached bystanders. Even if someone died, it was just a

excitement for them.

becomes another’s

is infuriating.

would react

couldn’t bring

these issues.

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

how ill-timed a pregnancy would be now. Creighton

Seth too, so she couldn’t tell him any of

to Creighton about trivial things,

aftermath of the

and the ICU doctor came

Cicely went to the hospital’s park and sat on a

the parking lot. Her mind was

about was hoping for Creighton to wake up; she couldn’t figure

anything beyond that.

at the distant parking lot, watching people

bags and happy faces, others

she recognized a familiar figure

At that moment,

calling. He asked about her dad and Danielle’s

her, his expression somber

side to side, disbelief etched on her face as

accept what

an eternity, she spun around, her eyes

dead?”

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

face.

flickered slightly as he replied, his voice cool,

know.”

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suddenly stepped toward him, and up

pushed against his chest

thought she

the day before, but instead she

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is Issac

her gaze,

back restraint and

me go out last

needed to have dinner, take a

gone.” She cut him off, her eyes shimmering with

unshed tears.

his voice suddenly turning cold, “He

gaze drifted upward, studying Seth’s stern face

pulled out her

phone to her

was cut off the moment it started to ring. She tried again, with

or six attempts, she gave up

office was in chaos,

her to calm down.

is he? How can

the patient was taken by his father.

are you? You can’t save

the point of

vent her frustration. Seth

the end, exhausted

director’s office, like a zombie devoid of

hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s

again, but the result was the same. The call was disconnected

began.

her hand resting on

to

and sorrow were palpable.

gently pulled her into his arms,

her head, his deep and gentle voice emanating from

go have lunch.”

him hold her, making no attempt to struggle or

a minute of silence,

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

restaurants outside.”

calm and compliance, compared

seemed far

closed her eyes, “I’m

and picked her up. Cicely did not refuse, her body showing

as she leaned on him, her eyes closed,

Charlie

Seth handed her a glass

accepted. After she drank, she nestled into the

later, Charlie

with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually, she set

a napkin,

you not want to

on his cup tightened

her

taking Issac away,

not that he’s

divorce you over him?”

the glass

might be right.”

lip, “Why? What else do you

hands good enough? Or is it because I was

giving you a feeling of being dumped, and you feel

can’t get over it, so you

tightly clenched, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. He

a long while,

food in front of him. “So no matter what, this marriage… might not

to be

smile, “Can’t you just pretend

me?”

fact is you wanted to dump me. Why would

for

a cold smile,

no

on the door interrupted them,

Charlie stepped in, “Mr. Diaz, the company matters are

you; it can’t be delayed any

day and

shareholders and executives

with calls, including the

first gone to the

his wife’s side,

Diaz

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

withdrew her gaze and slowly closed her

couch.

and grabbed his jacket

there, and you won’t gain anything from roaming

put in the hospital to avoid

She could hear Seth’s footsteps fading

detached voice at the door. “Keep a close eye on her.

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

in to clear the table and tidy

remnants of the meal.

and left the ward. Two burly men followed her as if it

most natural thing in

rode the elevator up to Creighton’s

waited outside for a

could enter.

still not optimistic. Creighton needed to

forty-eight hours

She then

rested her cheek

closed her eyes, pushing down the sourness and

inside her.

in those recordings.

USB drive. He’s part of

a bit special. It

onto the drive and hides automatically. As

no issue. Joel and his team are

and we retrieve

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

I agreed to go to

of my innocence. If they dare to bring me

prove I’m clear,

of trouble growing up, but I’ve never

my hands itch

to deal with later, and I’ll definitely

want me to get arrested, I won’t. However,

up. Dad, you’ve got to recover quickly

support.”

stood up and wiped away the tears at the corner of her

Her heart was full of pain and

say to someone, so very

about Issac’s situation,

might be pregnant. But

Even if someone died, it was just

excitement for them.

person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment, the

is infuriating.

truly cared for her would react the most, and

she couldn’t bring herself to tell

these issues.

meant to her,

ill-timed a pregnancy would be now.

too, so she couldn’t tell

Creighton about trivial things, carefully avoiding any mention

the Diaz International

passed quickly, and the ICU doctor

leaving the unit, Cicely went to the hospital’s park

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

about was hoping for Creighton

anything beyond that.

the distant

large bags and happy faces,

she recognized a familiar figure carrying things from a car

hospital. At that moment, her

He asked about her dad and

eyes narrowed. Danielle… Erik said,

the man as he disappeared,

was a familiar face, one that had clashed with

debates before.

assistant working

take care of

such a calamity befalling the family, Erik

doctor in the house, and she had not

how Danielle is

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Cicely got up and walked over to the railing and watched

going in the parking lot,

on the other end of the

the rusted railing tightly as she spoke in

Patty and Danielle hadn’t dilly-dallied and just gotten on the

much, maybe just a minute

or even ten might have been

Issac wouldn’t

filled with helplessness and a choke of emotion

from the phone, “Cicely…”

do you know what Issac meant to me? He was like the air

noticeable when around, but now

man’s granddaughter. So was

so much

wouldn’t have died.

took a deep

for you.”

put away her phone

hospital.

been in Danielle’s room for long before Cicely

of fruit and some lunch. The two

to either side of the hospital

her.

room, looking haggard with sunken,

the bed, peeling

a knock and turned to

doorway.

react, Patty had already jumped to her feet,

are

the room. These were

and hate. It was best for him to

affairs.

smile, “Ms. Patty, Danielle has

than

that said, she approached

fell on the person wrapped up so tightly on the bed,

mouth visible.

crusted with dry skin.

as if all her strength

tear Cicely apart.

laughed, “Grandpa’s not well, and

So I came to see just how

had just healed, and now

of living like

got no humanity? That’s your cousin you’re

wish

hold back, shaking with rage.

Cicely remained indifferent, her gaze fixed on

the bandages looked both comical and

glared at her with a fury that seemed desperate to convey

hatred.

you glaring at me? Seems like, Issac and I have rescued

under a cursed star? Why does

you suffer misfortune?”

the cursed one.” Her voice was hoarse, and

as if speaking was pulling at her

eyes.

cooled. “Danielle, if you

things wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t

make no more difference to me than if you

Patty suddenly shouted beside her, “Do you

Seth are like stray dogs to

how you used to

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

back. “What do

Cicely finally said, “Can’t

deliberately picking a

always thought I was heartless and ungrateful, but

you who are the most

“You…”

come to save you, do you think

petty things? I don’t expect gratitude,

your oh-so-superior

anger in her eyes intensifying. “You saving us? Wasn’t it

curry favor so I wouldn’t

Otherwise, why would you bother to

hadn’t come, we would

like this. You have the nerve to come here and

even begun to settle the

of it all. How twisted must one’s

to be so thankless, to be unable to distinguish right

blatantly distort the truth.

turned slowly, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint

hadn’t come along, Danielle would be nothing

fate? Nothing more

seemed to shrink back at her words,

expected you to be falling over yourselves with

understand something. Your lives? They were saved by

Even if you scrape by every day from here on out, you live with

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

a brief silence in

Cicely’s temples

didn’t he?” The fury that had been brewing now

as if the explosion that had

head. “You think he got what

say his

rage emanating from Cicely, trembled from

her panic, she raised the paring knife she’d been

you trying

rigid as a

I wrong? I didn’t ask

that choice on your own, dragging that spineless

his doom. If you hadn’t come, how could he have

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Cicely’s forehead stood out starkly against

extreme anger she felt. “Even if I did come

if you hadn’t stalled me for

Issac wouldn’t have died. No one

something like that.”

bed, sensed the dangerous mood that Cicely was

paring knife

pain in

with her raspy voice. “Cicely, don’t forget, you were

you wanted to go upstairs to fetch your

right from the start, Issac wouldn’t

He might have even gone

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

interspersed with painful gasps,

shielded you with his body. No matter

on me and Patty.”

No matter her reasons for wanting to go upstairs for

a time, it didn’t matter anymore. Patty

She had known it

Issac had still saved them. They owed Issac a debt of

as unforgivable as his death being

be

clenched into fists, her body trembling with barely suppressed

reveling in Cicely’s pain. It was

smugness. Cicely and the late Millie

in temperament. Millie was a nothing

anyone else, always looking down on others.

all the men seemed to

died, Patty hadn’t seen her humiliated or in

her daughter. She could almost see Millie’s pain

Cicely’s anguish.

and triumph flickered in Patty’s eyes.

to hurt her, badly, by any

a long silence, Cicely suddenly let out a soft laugh and

I came to save you? It

gain your favor.

lifted

a mocking tone,

in shock, and even

incredulously at Cicely.

Patty could confront her with

Now she kind of realized it. It was indeed quite

relieving.

days after Ray nearly

already fragile composure

ring on Seth? Or do

in the drawer of the bedroom at

seconds, staring at the

more grotesquely. “No! I don’t believe it!

me…”

dismissive, “Then why would he

had already given up on him.

man around that time. Perhaps

struggling to control herself, the

never fall for

understanding, “Well, so other

why he would choose to marry me behind your

was for the Ellis Group shares,

case, being open about it

Why lie to

recovering from her shock, eyed the trembling knife

lip. “Cicely, if you’re done, could you please

your father is not out of the woods yet, and his

spend time with him

as she turned

Who says my dad’s

her

have been keeping it

is dying? Creighton is dying?!”

turned, she saw Patty’s

knife

instinctively shielded her stomach and

“It’s all your

retreat halted by the hutch behind

out and grasp Patty’s wrist. “What the

wrong with you?!”

seemed to emanate from

taut nerves.

her cheeks as she glared at Cicely, unable to mask

“It’s all because of you!

Everyone would be fine. You’re like a

Millie and

reeling from Patty’s emotional outburst. Did

much? What

much, why did Patty want to kill her

would never fall for you.” Patty’s vision

Millie and Cicely. One moment it was Millie’s face, the next it

back

Patty’s bewildered look, glanced down at the knife in

as she thought to wrestle it away, Patty suddenly tightened her

Cicely’s hand.

gave her a cruel

I’ll make sure Seth

her words, Patty yanked Cicely’s

it into her own

Patty, clutching her hand, yanked the

Cicely’s face

her warm blood painted Cicely’s hands a vivid

began to slide down, she clung to Danielle’s

blanket

volumes. That word

was on the blanket indescribably tight, her eyes

convey

terror, and she finally let out

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

open as Shane and two men

scene stunned

drenched in blood, while Cicely stood with

a bloodstained knife, her

was the first to snap out of it and called for a doctor in

descended into chaos, and Cicely stood frozen

receiving suspicious and avoidant glances from the medical

She might have been tough

such a gory scene,

of the room by

washed the blood from her hands,

a daze, she made her way to Creighton’s

visiting hours and stood outside the unit, lost

with

as they stood by

she overheard a

you

need to

few seconds of

“Cicely.”

blinked, slowly lifting her head and turning toward

before her, well-preserved, exuding a mature

the youthful grace of a young lady, an air of graceful allure

fortitude softening her

stared in confusion at the familiar

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

and with a slight frown,

“Look at you, such a mess.” The tap was firm, enough

wince and step aside.

reaction. With a

cradling her niece’s

shook her head slightly,

nonetheless.

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

cry even when Millie

had been through,

an embrace. Stroking her hair,

am here now.”

Patty was in critical condition. Shane tried

they had witnessed upon entering the

the blood-stained knife was in

lay passed out

careful with his words, not

no matter how it was explained, everything

Cicely.

arrived at Creighton’s ICU and saw Cicely

deep in conversation.

black sighed in

Cicely tensed.

turned, appraising the young man before her. Handsome,

his years. But

his attempts at composure, Lana’s experienced

through his façade.

No wonder

are Seth? My niece’s husband?” Lana’s words had

confusion.

gaze to Cicely, whose face was ghastly pale, he asked,

Seth, her silence lingering for a few seconds

“Your mother might be in

divorce, her condition

and there’s no need for you to worry.” Lana was always

made up her mind

to it tenaciously, a trait that had

headaches.

darkened immediately, “Who

divorce?”

beyond saving, why not let it go?

nothing has happened and continue living together? It’s better

so neither

didn’t respond to Lana but kept his eyes

“Did you

her eyes

“I’ll give you the shares of

“Is Issac dead?”

the mention of Issac, Cicely’s eyes shook, and she looked up at Seth

“You’re

not dead, which means

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

to do with Issac’s disappearance? Unless I

my own eyes, or hear of his death, we’re bound by

“Think what you want.”

a chilly laugh, “I asked your mother,

you couldn’t possibly fall for me,

now. Could it be that

pocket clenched slightly, his

you tell

“She suggested I saved her to use her

your proposal. And

onto her, sharp and

their emotional entanglement. Glancing at

go talk to the doctor, arrange for a discharge as soon

first, and then we’ll arrange for someone

bring your grandfather over.”

she was already walking away but paused mid-way, casting

turning to Cicely, “If he

much with him. If I

living apart

dissolve a marriage.”

“I’ll come

Seth

trace of restraint, “Do you really think

leave just like that?”

you go ahead

silently, his voice subdued

provoke me.”

sank a little. “It sounds like you’re planning on

on leaving?”

“No.”

leaving and I’ll complete other procedures two

later.”

surfaced on Seth’s

not understand what I

his low growl. For a moment,

spoke again, his gentle voice marked

Cicely.

was gripped by palpitations. Painfully, she twisted

shackles. She didn’t answer him

gave him an

darker his gaze was, the tighter his

instinctively as she struggled.

winced. A thin layer of sweat had pushed through her

forward, and grasped his hand, intending

as unyielding as iron claws embedded in

surprised. In the end, it

to break

moment his grip loosened, Lana

gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the

bottomless eyes.

that? It was

at the bottom of an abyss, devoid

held Cicely tightly and hurried away. She had never seen such

seemed to live in

and wondered if she realized what kind of man

had provoked.

watching their retreating figures

heart raced as she recalled Seth’s recently chilling gaze. She

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

more ominous in hindsight.

never considered how severe the consequences of

could be.

the confidence came from, but she’d known all along

if she insisted on leaving, as

said.

was nothing more desperate and

but again, she

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just spoken with the doctor,

the presence of someone to lean on

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

was half an hour, Lana did not stay in the

brother, she couldn’t

small talk for thirty minutes. She never

meaningless activities.d2

at

holding her father’s, her plea for comfort both calm

sad. Lana pursed her lips. She raised her hand to gently

girl’s hair, “You stay here with your dad for now.

grandpa.”

lightly, “Then I’ll visit grandpa

don’t worry too much. Your grandpa’s spirit is much

what hadn’t he lived through in his

at Lana, opened her mouth to speak,

managed a soft “Mhm.”

hands sliding into

I’ll wait for you, and we’ll

a little. With her aunt gone, she didn’t

do next. Especially concerning those two men

felt clueless

they

in their path. Their eyes glanced

firmly on Cicely’s face. “Are you

a wave of panic washed over

officers noticed

glance.

an allegation against

need you to come with us

one of them

eyes flickered, immediately thinking of Patty.

anyone would suspect her of

didn’t do it; she went crazy

asking for your cooperation at this stage.

station,” the leading officer interrupted firmly, intent on taking

away.

was the Department of Justice,

station. Cicely suddenly felt an eerie

yet was still

in, placing herself between Cicely and

Are you taking her for questioning or using

pretext to lock her

stern. “Ma’am, please watch your

work,”

I insulted you? Is that how bold

these days? Can’t I even ask a

serious,

If she’s not involved, she’ll be free to

her smile dripping with sarcasm, “So

investigation is

officer’s frown deepened, “She’s

I don’t let you take

by up to three years

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

aside, then stepped forward to

“Who reported

they answered, “Mr.

eyes contracted sharply, her whole being feeling

moment of suffocation, numbness set in. So, when he

this his way

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

ruthlessness.

a long pause, Cicely nodded slowly.

lost in thought. Then, after several seconds, her

any disturbance, rose gently.

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

right now.”

think…” Cicely seemed not to hear Lana’s words, continuing

as if to herself.

on her niece’s profile,

smile.

really love

it was Seth

to divorce

she asked Patty if Seth loved her. Patty was mad,

starting to feel

leave with her aunt

wrist from gripping

loved her as well.

plainly, and he

So she wasn’t sure.

Cicely asked this question, the last

emerged. To this moment, she still couldn’t understand that

Reaper had stayed. It’s like a twilit night that

life before, or a twilit night that just lost light and life and

darkening.

lost light and life… For some reason, she

metaphor.

“He does.”

abnormal, and that’s

Cicely smile.

what the young girl in front

think about

her smile and nodded faintly.

dad to leave, and visit grandpa. In

trouble anymore, I’ll just

back; she felt like she just had a little bit

any more

furrowed

gave her a gentle smile, “Just going in

“No way!”

through the

enforcement officers beside them darkened

we are well within our rights

to the

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

Cicely suddenly cut Lana off.

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years of being spoiled rotten

a lot about

go check on grandpa and make sure someone

you please go first? I don’t want you to see

like I’m being sent off to do

thinking about such seemingly sentimental

was somewhat ridiculous, but that was just the kind of sentimental

she was.

with her eyes closed. “I’ll go with

happened

and I don’t understand any of it.

you get back.

for other important

seconds. “Alright, I’ll take

pick you up as

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

Lana left, two officers approached,

other pulled out handcuffs.

those cuffs, Cicely’s eyes suddenly shrank, and

The indifferent compliance from just moments

and distress. “What

a suspect, we need to ensure there’s no trouble.

cooperate with us.”

want to wear

was a lady of the Ellis family.

won’t run. So there’s

you don’t cooperate,

necessary forceful action.”

they did just that. Without letting Cicely argue, they clamped

“click,” those delicate

steel of the cuffs.

her nose, biting her lip hard

her eyes. Her hands clenched into fists, shaking, then

relaxed.

a few steps out, at the emergency exit, Seth stood tall,

deep-set eyes calmly watching her. She slowed

Diaz.” The officer nodded

fixed on the woman between them, especially

His eyes

clenched tightly. After a

go with

back at

she felt a coldness seeping

fear

indifference, to anger, to detachment,

curve on her lips.

provoking you?

did actually hurt

make me give in this way? Let me tell you, it’s

days can

dangerously, as if something

his gaze. His hand in

view, veins bulging, knuckles whitening,

His voice was tense,

choking him.

just laughed, tasting his words, “Know when to

down at the cold, silvery handcuffs on her hands, “Is

of showing goodwill?”

speaking, she didn’t wait to see Seth’s reaction or hear what he

“Weren’t you in a hurry to get back for

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

The officers quickly followed

Cicely stopped again. Staring at the handcuffs,

“Could you cover

borrowed a

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

was ugly.

*

whisked away in the police car to the

went. She was then directed to

unease, she pretended to casually look

with a one-way mirror opposite her, a camera

with a recorder on it.

working conditions

uniformed officers, pistols at their hips, stood stoically beside

didn’t begin immediately. Cicely sat quietly, picking at

on the

about the

psychological tactic, but did they need

She didn’t hurt anyone.

the one-way glass, Seth watched Cicely

indifferent.

interrogator entered. The supposed ‘statement’

actual interrogation.

Liar.

The interrogator asked

events.

she shared

her telling Patty that she and

Seth loved her like

loon.” Cicely’s voice trembled,

stabbed herself with the knife.

me the assailant, right?”

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