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

her

restraint and

me go

to have dinner, take a shower, and get

off,

unshed tears.

his voice suddenly turning

upward, studying Seth’s stern face in silence.

struck her, she pulled out her phone and dialed

the phone to her

was cut off the moment it started

or six attempts, she gave up and walked

hospital director’s office was in chaos, but the

her to calm down.

How can

by

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

What’s the point of this

let her vent her frustration. Seth stood by, allowing her

end, exhausted and without any

office, like a zombie devoid of thought, nearly drifting

the hallway wall, she

the same. The call was disconnected

began.

hand resting

ball. She seemed to

and sorrow were palpable.

gently pulled her into his arms, his hand cradling

deep and gentle

go have lunch.”

making no attempt to struggle or resist.

after about a minute of silence, she

and Tom Yum soup. I don’t

restaurants outside.”

current calm and compliance,

seemed far too out of

her eyes,

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

she leaned on

Charlie to

Seth

she drank, she nestled

later, Charlie brought

with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually,

with a napkin, and looked at Seth

you not

on his cup tightened

who was leaning on the couch, her

you think, by taking Issac away, making me unable

just think he’s left, not that he’s dead, and that

divorce you over him?”

silent. After setting the glass down,

might be right.”

else do you

it because

of being dumped,

on, and you can’t get over it, so

clenched, his thin lips pressed into

a long while, he hooked his

him. “So no matter

to be ended for

curled in a sardonic smile, “Can’t

me?”

can we pretend? The fact is you wanted to dump

you for

a cold smile, grew chillier

“For no

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

Diaz, the company

waiting for you; it can’t be delayed any

day and

and

phone had been bombarded with calls, including

off to him. Mr. Diaz had first gone

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

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

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

and slowly closed her eyes

couch.

his jacket from the couch.

there, and you won’t gain anything from roaming

hospital

could hear Seth’s footsteps fading away,

door. “Keep a close eye on her. Don’t take

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

in to clear the table and

remnants of the meal.

ward. Two burly men followed her as

thing

up to Creighton’s intensive care unit. The medical

were busy, so she waited outside for

could enter.

not optimistic. Creighton needed

hours to be truly out

doctor. She then sat beside the bed,

and rested her cheek against its

her eyes, pushing down the sourness and fear

inside her.

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

gave me that USB drive. He’s part of a

and that drive is a bit special. It can fry

onto the drive and hides automatically. As

and his team are

we retrieve the files, I’ll be

to worry. I’m your daughter, after all. How

mistreated? I agreed to go to the justice department because

they dare to

clear, I’ll tear the

plenty of trouble growing up, but

thought of it makes my hands itch to

with

get

you’ve got to

support.”

stood up and wiped away the tears at the corner of

graying hair. Her heart was full

so much to say

about Issac’s situation, her desire to divorce

pregnant. But everyone who should know

someone died,

excitement for them.

one person’s tragedy becomes another’s

is infuriating.

truly cared for her would react the most, and

was why she couldn’t bring herself

these issues.

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

pregnancy

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

trivial things, carefully

of the

passed quickly, and the ICU doctor came

to the hospital’s

the parking lot. Her mind was a blur.

was hoping for Creighton to wake up;

anything beyond that.

she stared blankly at the distant

bags and happy faces,

she recognized a familiar figure carrying things

that

He asked about her dad

eyes narrowed. Danielle.Seth stood behind her, his expression somber

slowly from side to side, disbelief

to accept

spun around, her eyes

dead?”

cruel, ruthless reality she least wanted

face.

eyes flickered slightly as he replied,

know.”

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and up close, the

unmistakable. She pushed against his chest

she might slap him in fury,

before, but instead she pushed him, and caught off

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is Issac really

her

eyes widened, holding back restraint

me go out last

to have dinner, take

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

unshed tears.

suddenly turning cold,

stern

pulled out her phone and dialed

the phone to

moment it started

five or six attempts, she

chaos, but the

her to calm down.

he? How can someone just

patient was taken by his father. We couldn’t stop

you? You can’t save a life, and you can’t

the point of this

could only let her vent her frustration. Seth stood

exhausted and without any

like a zombie devoid of

the hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s

the same. The call was

began.

put away her phone, her hand resting on her eyes, her slender

a ball. She seemed to be crying,

and sorrow were palpable.

gently pulled her

his deep and gentle voice emanating from above her.

go have lunch.”

hold her, making no attempt to struggle or resist.

about a minute of silence, she

Yum soup. I don’t want

restaurants outside.”

paused, surprised. Her current calm

hysteria, seemed far too

her

bent down and picked her up. Cicely did not

she leaned on him, her eyes

Charlie to prepare

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

accepted. After she drank, she nestled into the

hour later, Charlie brought

ate with a slow, distinctive

napkin, and looked at Seth

not want to

on his

who was leaning on the couch, her tone as cold and indifferent as

“So you think, by taking Issac

I’ll just think he’s left, not that he’s dead, and that

divorce you over him?”

glass down,

might be right.”

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

hands good enough? Or is it because I was the one who spoke

being dumped, and you feel that

can’t get over it, so you won’t

his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

and after a long while,

of him. “So no matter

be ended

smile, “Can’t

me?”

is you wanted to dump me. Why

you for no

with a cold smile, grew

no reason,

a knock on the door interrupted them, and Seth

Diaz, the

it can’t be

the events of the previous day and losing an entire

shareholders and executives were

had been bombarded with calls, including

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

wife’s side, cool and

Mr. Diaz was

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

slowly closed her eyes against the back

couch.

grabbed his jacket from

It’s a mess out there, and

hospital to avoid

She could hear Seth’s footsteps fading away,

voice at the door. “Keep a close eye on

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

came in to clear the table and

remnants of the meal.

ward. Two burly men followed

natural thing in

the elevator up to Creighton’s intensive care unit. The

were busy, so she waited outside

could enter.

doctor’s report was still not

hours to be truly out of

and thanked the doctor. She then sat

and rested her

down the sourness and fear welling

inside her.

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

Joel gave me that USB

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

drive and hides automatically. As soon as someone cracks

issue. Joel and his team are working

we retrieve the files,

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

mistreated? I agreed to go to the

If they dare to

I prove I’m clear,

caused plenty of trouble growing up, but I’ve never actually dismantled

makes my hands itch to do it.

a mess to deal with later, and I’ll definitely need your

you don’t want me to get arrested,

place up. Dad, you’ve got to recover quickly and

support.”

and wiped away the tears

hair. Her heart was full of pain and

had so much to say to someone, so very

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

be pregnant. But everyone who should know

someone died, it was just a bit

excitement for them.

tragedy becomes another’s entertainment,

is infuriating.

people who truly cared for her would react the most,

why she couldn’t bring herself to tell

these issues.

to her, how

pregnancy would

too, so she couldn’t

talked to Creighton about trivial things, carefully avoiding

the

and the ICU

went to the hospital’s park

fence was the parking lot. Her mind was

think about was hoping for Creighton

anything beyond that.

distant parking lot, watching people come and

and happy faces,

a familiar figure carrying things from

that moment,

was Grandpa calling. He asked about her dad and Danielle’s

Erik said,

as he disappeared, then she withdrew

one that had clashed with

debates before.

assistant

care

befalling the family,

doctor in the house, and she had not even

go see how Danielle is doing, I heard she’s in a

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got up and walked over to the railing and

the parking lot, “Issac is

silence on the other end of the phone

slender hands gripped the rusted railing tightly as she spoke in a

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

wouldn’t have taken much,

or even ten might

the blast, and Issac

voice filled with helplessness and a

from the phone, “Cicely…”

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

when around, but now that

man’s granddaughter. So was

Patty wasting so much time for the sake

wouldn’t have died.

pause, Cicely took a deep breath, “Alright.

for you.”

Cicely put away her phone

hospital.

Danielle’s room for long before Cicely arrived.

fruit and some lunch. The two following

of the hospital

her.

was there in Danielle’s room, looking

bed, peeling an apple Shane had

she heard a knock and turned to see Cicely in

doorway.

already jumped to

“What are you doing

left the room. These were matters

was best for him to keep

affairs.

a wry smile, “Ms. Patty, Danielle

than you are, so why wouldn’t I

that said, she

person wrapped up so tightly on the bed, only

mouth visible.

mouth was crusted with dry

hatred, as if all her strength were focused there, wishing she

tear Cicely apart.

laughed, “Grandpa’s not well, and he asked me to

So I came to see just how pitiful you are.

legs had just healed, and now you’re back

point of living

have you got no humanity? That’s

wish

hold back, shaking

Cicely remained indifferent, her gaze fixed

out from the bandages looked both comical and pitiable.

those eyes glared at her with a fury that seemed desperate to convey

hatred.

me? Seems like, Issac and I have

born under a cursed star? Why does

you suffer misfortune?”

are the cursed one.” Her voice was

speaking was pulling at her wounds, causing tears to well up

eyes.

cooled. “Danielle, if you

many things wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t

make no more difference to me than if you were

suddenly shouted beside her, “Do you

and Seth are like stray dogs to you?

you? Have you forgotten how

turned her head,

back. “What do you

your mind?” Cicely finally said, “Can’t

picking a fight? Everyone

was heartless and

you

“You…”

to save you, do you think

these petty things? I don’t expect gratitude,

your

anger in her eyes intensifying. “You

International, trying to curry favor so

you bother to risk your lives to

joke! If you hadn’t come, we would have missed

have the nerve to come here and take

haven’t even begun to settle

absurdity of it all. How twisted must

be so thankless, to be unable to distinguish right from wrong, and to

blatantly distort the truth.

with a

come along, Danielle would be

so would you. Your fate?

seemed to shrink back at her words,

I never expected you to be falling over yourselves with gratitude, but

lives? They

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

If it weren’t for you two,

a brief silence in

temples throb with a sudden

deserved, didn’t he?” The fury that had been

if the explosion that

inside her head. “You think he got what

say his death was

wild rage emanating from Cicely, trembled

raised the paring knife

are you trying to

as a statue. Patty’s

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

choice on your own, dragging that spineless

hadn’t come, how could

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Cicely’s forehead stood out starkly against her

the extreme anger she felt. “Even if I did come up

you hadn’t stalled me

No one in their right mind would have

something like that.”

in her bed, sensed the dangerous mood that Cicely was

paring knife in

Pushing through the searing pain in

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

wanted to go upstairs to fetch

helicopter right

might have even

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

interspersed with painful gasps, “Besides,

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

on me and Patty.”

reasons for wanting to go

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

had known it

owed Issac a debt of

unforgivable as his death being

be

her body

in Cicely’s pain. It was evident on

and the late Millie were so

Millie was a nothing more than a call

arrogantly than anyone else, always

seemed to have a soft spot

Patty hadn’t seen her humiliated or in pain.

her daughter. She

Cicely’s anguish.

with satisfaction and triumph flickered in Patty’s eyes.

badly,

silence, Cicely suddenly let out

to save you? It wasn’t

you and trying to gain your favor.

and slowly lifted

hand, Cicely continued in a mocking tone, “We’re

shock, and

incredulously at Cicely.

felt vindicated. No wonder Patty could confront her with such

kind of realized it. It

relieving.

a few days after Ray nearly forced himself on

fragile composure shattered,

ring on Seth? Or do you want to

certificate? It’s in the drawer

froze for a few seconds, staring at the ring on Cicely’s finger,

more grotesquely. “No!

me…”

her off, cool and dismissive, “Then why would he

up on him.

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

to control herself, the knife in

would never fall for you. He promised

so

he would choose to marry me behind your

for the Ellis Group shares,

that’s the case, being

to you? I can’t

slowly recovering from her shock, eyed the trembling

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

out of the woods yet, and his time

spend time with

darkened as she turned to Danielle, her eyes

Who says my dad’s time

piercing her and continued despite

been keeping it a secret because

dying? Creighton is dying?!” Patty’s

Cicely frowned and as she turned,

knife lunging toward her

in shock, instinctively shielded her stomach

lunged again. “It’s all your fault! You are

her retreat halted by the hutch behind

out and grasp Patty’s wrist. “What the hell

wrong with you?!”

hands seemed to emanate from deep within

nerves.

as she glared at Cicely, unable to mask

of you! If it weren’t for

You’re like a curse.

dead, go find Millie and stop

reeling from Patty’s emotional outburst. Did she

What was

much, why did Patty want

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

Millie and Cicely. One moment it

flipping back

down at

it away,

Cicely’s hand.

gave her a cruel

I’ll make sure Seth hates you for the rest of

Cicely could process her words, Patty yanked Cicely’s hand, turned

and plunged it into her

widened in horror as Patty, clutching

onto Cicely’s face and clothes. Patty

watching as her warm blood painted Cicely’s

began to slide down, she

blanket tightly.

spoke volumes. That word was

indescribably tight, her eyes locked onto Danielle’s, as

convey

filled Danielle with terror, and she finally let

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

open as Shane and

in. The scene stunned

lay beside the bed, drenched in blood, while Cicely stood with

bloodstained knife, her clothes

to snap out of it and called for a doctor

fainted. The room descended into chaos,

receiving suspicious and avoidant glances from the medical

been tough and brash, but she

gory scene, especially not this

was ushered out of the

washed the blood from her

she made her way

visiting hours and stood outside the unit,

been with

do as they stood by

she overheard a

you

but you need to

seconds

“Cicely.”

slowly lifting her head

before her, well-preserved, exuding

the youthful grace of a young lady, an air

fortitude softening

at the familiar yet somehow

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

clear eyes fixed on her, and with a slight frown, she

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

wince and step aside.

Cicely’s abnormal reaction. With a

her niece’s face. “What’s

and she shook her head

nonetheless.

but seeing Cicely’s tears, she was still

cry even when Millie

through, Lana took

Stroking her hair, Lana whispered softly,

am here now.”

hospital. Patty was in

had witnessed upon

stabbed in the chest, the blood-stained knife was

lay passed out in the

his words, not wanting to

events, but no matter how it was

Cicely.

at Creighton’s ICU and saw Cicely standing with another

deep in conversation.

two men in black sighed in relief when they

Cicely tensed.

young man before

a calm and detachment beyond his years. But still, he was

attempts at composure,

through his façade.

man. No wonder Cicely had fallen

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

confusion.

Cicely, whose face was ghastly pale, he asked, “Your

Seth, her silence lingering for

mother might be in

decided on a divorce, her condition

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

made up her

a trait

headaches.

Seth’s face darkened immediately, “Who said

divorce?”

saving, why not let it go? Do you really think you

nothing has happened and continue living

young, so neither of you wastes

Lana but kept his eyes intently on Cicely, his voice

emotionless. “Did

her eyes at the

you the shares of the

“Is Issac dead?”

Cicely’s eyes shook, and she looked up

“You’re asking

not dead, which means we can’t get

swelled in Cicely’s heart, “Seth, just to

something to do with Issac’s disappearance?

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

“Think what you want.”

out a chilly laugh, “I asked your mother, ‘Do

mad, insisting you couldn’t possibly fall for

your actions now. Could it be that you’ve truly fallen

in his pocket clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing, “What

you tell

I saved her to

And I asked her if you

locked onto her,

interested in their emotional entanglement. Glancing at the

the doctor, arrange for

dad and you first, and then

bring your grandfather over.”

already walking away

to Cicely, “If he refuses to divorce, you don’t

with him. If I

apart for two

dissolve a marriage.”

nodded, “I’ll come

she moved to follow Lana, Seth caught her wrist. “Cicely,” he

a trace of restraint, “Do you really think I’d let

leave just like that?”

don’t you go ahead

his voice

provoke me.”

a little. “It sounds like you’re planning on killing me if I

on leaving?”

“No.”

be leaving and I’ll complete

later.”

on Seth’s

understand

by his low growl. For a moment, she was silent.

wrist tightened. He spoke again, his gentle

“Behave, Cicely. Don’t push

by palpitations. Painfully, she twisted

to break free from his shackles. She didn’t answer him verbally, but

gave him an

her, the darker his

instinctively as she struggled.

A thin layer of sweat had pushed through her

frowned, stepped forward, and grasped his hand, intending

grip as unyielding as iron claws embedded in her

was slightly surprised. In the end, it was

break his

loosened, Lana quickly pulled Cicely

her heart skipping a beat at the sight of

bottomless eyes.

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

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

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

that seemed to live

Cicely and wondered if she realized

had provoked.

watching their retreating figures

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

“Don’t provoke me,” the three words

more ominous in hindsight.

severe the consequences of

could be.

the confidence came from, but

if she insisted on leaving, as she’d

said.

there was nothing more desperate and painful

but again, she

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

Perhaps it was the presence of someone to lean on

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

hour, Lana did

big brother, she

thirty minutes. She never liked wasting her time

meaningless activities.d2

fifteen minutes, Lana glanced at

tenderly holding her father’s, her plea

lips. She raised

with your

grandpa.”

lightly, “Then

too much. Your grandpa’s spirit

all, what hadn’t he lived through in

up at Lana, opened her mouth to speak, but in the end,

managed a soft “Mhm.”

breath, her hands sliding into the pockets

for you, and we’ll go back

little. With her aunt

concerning those two men in

side, she felt clueless

they were met by two police

their path. Their eyes glanced over the documents in their

firmly on Cicely’s face. “Are you

wave of panic washed over Cicely, and

noticed

glance.

Cicely, there’s been an allegation against

with us to the

of them

eyes flickered, immediately thinking of

seemed anyone would

she went crazy

asking for your cooperation at this stage. Please discuss

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

away.

the Department of

suddenly felt an eerie sense of inevitability, as if she

was still trapped

placing herself between Cicely and the officers.

first. Are you taking

to lock

stern. “Ma’am, please watch

work,”

scoffed, “Have I insulted you? Is

are these days? Can’t

officer’s face grew serious,

If she’s not involved, she’ll be free

smile dripping with sarcasm, “So you’ll

the investigation

“She’s

if I don’t

punishable by up to three years in

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

blinked, pulling Lana aside, then stepped

question. “Who

hesitation, they answered, “Mr.

whole being feeling like

lightning. After a moment of suffocation, numbness set in. So, when he

this his way of

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

ruthlessness.

slowly. She stood still, her gaze fixed

lost in thought. Then, after several seconds, her

disturbance, rose gently.

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

right now.”

Cicely seemed not to hear

as if to herself.

profile, noticing the

smile.

really

it was Seth who

to

ward, she asked Patty if Seth loved her.

feel maybe

want to let her leave with her

wrist from

loved her as well.

plainly, and he never answered, never admitted

So she wasn’t sure.

when Cicely asked this question, the last

moment, she still couldn’t understand that look,

stayed. It’s like a twilit night that

nor life before, or a twilit night that just lost light

darkening.

For some reason,

metaphor.

“He does.”

is abnormal, and

Cicely smile. “Do

know what the young girl in front

think about this right

off her smile and nodded faintly. “You just got

to leave, and visit grandpa.

trouble anymore, I’ll just go with

she felt like she just had a little bit

bear any

them. Lana’s brow furrowed instantly as she

and gave her a gentle

“No way!”

sliced through the

beside them

obstruct official duties, we are well within our rights to

according to

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

cut Lana off. “Auntie, this isn’t

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of being spoiled rotten overseas,

about

on grandpa and

you please go first? I don’t want

looking like I’m being sent off

such

but that was just the kind of

she was.

her eyes closed.

With everything that’s happened these

to arrange and deal with, and I don’t understand any of it. I’m relying

to sort things out when you get back. You don’t need to

for

was silent for two seconds. “Alright,

up as soon

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

officers approached,

other pulled out handcuffs.

eyes suddenly shrank, and she quickly

just

“What are you

we need to ensure there’s

cooperate with us.”

want to wear

a lady of the Ellis family. How could she possibly wear such things?

you and I won’t run.

“If you don’t cooperate, don’t

necessary forceful action.”

that. Without letting Cicely

“click,” those delicate

steel of the cuffs.

tingle in her nose, biting her lip hard to

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

relaxed.

at the emergency exit, Seth stood tall, his face

his deep-set eyes calmly watching

Diaz.” The officer

the

handcuffs around her hands. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly,

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

go with your

back at him. Despite the sweltering

a coldness seeping into her

face, which had just shown fear and panic,

changed from indifference, to anger,

curve on her lips.

consequence of provoking you? The Ellis family hasn’t

hurt someone, my family would ensure my

make me give in this way? Let me

many days can

eyes narrowed dangerously, as if something

abyss of his gaze. His hand

view, veins bulging, knuckles whitening, his palm’s

His voice was tense, as if something was

choking him.

just laughed, tasting his words, “Know when to

the cold, silvery handcuffs

of showing goodwill?”

wait to see Seth’s reaction or hear what he

“Weren’t you in a hurry to get back

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

The officers quickly

stopped again. Staring at the

softly, “Could you cover

officer borrowed a lab coat from

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

ugly.

*

car to the nearest precinct. Straight into

then directed to sit

her unease, she pretended to casually look

with a one-way mirror opposite her,

with a recorder

working conditions

their

interrogation didn’t begin immediately. Cicely sat quietly,

spot on

by. She thought about the cop dramas

delay the interrogation as a psychological tactic,

She didn’t hurt anyone.

one-way glass, Seth watched Cicely

indifferent.

interrogator entered. The supposed ‘statement’ was

actual interrogation.

Liar.

The interrogator asked her

events.

shared every

she and Seth had

loved

loon.”

stabbed herself with the knife.

me the assailant, right?”

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