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

met her gaze,

eyes widened, holding back restraint and forbearance. “Why

go

dinner, take a shower, and

cut him off, her eyes shimmering with

unshed tears.

his voice suddenly turning cold, “He wasn’t

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

struck her, she pulled out her phone and

phone to her

was cut off the moment it started

After five or six attempts, she gave

was in chaos, but the director could only plead

her to calm down.

How can someone

the patient was taken by

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

the point

vent her frustration. Seth stood

exhausted and without any

of the director’s office, like a zombie devoid

she

but the result was the same. The call was disconnected

began.

her phone, her hand resting on

She seemed to be

and sorrow were palpable.

and gently pulled her into his arms, his

deep and gentle voice emanating from

go have lunch.”

him hold her, making no attempt

about a minute

Yum soup. I don’t

restaurants outside.”

paused, surprised. Her current calm

hysteria, seemed far too

her eyes, “I’m

down and picked her up. Cicely did not

on him, her eyes closed,

Charlie to prepare

and Seth handed her

accepted. After she drank,

hour later, Charlie

slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually, she set down

mouth with a napkin,

you not

on his cup

the couch, her tone as cold and indifferent as

you think, by taking Issac away, making me unable to see

left, not that he’s dead, and that I won’t choose

divorce you over him?”

glass down, he said, “It

might be right.”

tugged at her lip, “Why? What else

my hands good enough? Or is it because

you a feeling of being dumped, and you feel

has been trampled on, and you can’t get over it, so you

was tightly clenched, his thin lips pressed

after a long while, he hooked his lips and

no matter what, this marriage…

be ended for

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

me?”

wanted to dump me. Why would

you for

a cold smile, grew chillier as

no

of a knock on the door interrupted them,

Diaz, the

for you; it

events of the previous day and losing an

shareholders and executives were

been bombarded with

first

hospital, staying by his wife’s side, cool

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

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

her gaze and slowly closed her eyes against the

couch.

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

out there, and you won’t

hospital to avoid unnecessary

could hear Seth’s footsteps fading

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

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

to clear the table and tidy up

remnants of the meal.

slowly stood and left the ward. Two burly men followed

most natural thing in the

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

were busy, so she waited outside for

could enter.

still not optimistic. Creighton

hours to be truly out of

doctor. She then sat beside

hand, and rested her cheek against

pushing down the sourness and fear

inside her.

in those recordings. Yes, I said it, but

USB

special. It can fry

onto the drive and hides automatically. As

team are working

that’s ready and we retrieve the files, I’ll be

your

agreed to go to the

dare to bring me in for questioning,

clear, I’ll tear the

of trouble growing up, but I’ve never

makes my hands

to deal with later, and

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

up. Dad, you’ve got

support.”

up and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. She

heart was full of pain

had so much to say

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

might be pregnant. But everyone who should know

someone died,

excitement for them.

tragedy becomes another’s entertainment, the thought

is infuriating.

who truly cared for her would

why she couldn’t bring herself to tell

these issues.

Issac meant to her,

pregnancy would be

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

talked to Creighton about trivial

the Diaz

ICU doctor came in to ask her

Cicely went to the hospital’s park and

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

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

anything beyond that.

at the distant parking lot, watching people come and

happy faces, others rushing

recognized a familiar figure carrying things

At that moment,

He asked

narrowed. Danielle.Seth stood behind her, his expression somber as he watched

slowly from side to side,

unable to accept what had happened.

an eternity, she spun around, her eyes bloodshot

dead?”

confronting the cruel, ruthless reality she least wanted

face.

eyes flickered slightly as he replied, his voice

know.”

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and up close, the resentment in

against

she might

she pushed him, and caught off guard,

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is

met her gaze,

holding back restraint and forbearance. “Why didn’t

me go

dinner, take a shower,

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

unshed tears.

darkened, his voice suddenly turning cold,

Seth’s stern

pulled out her phone and dialed

phone to her

was cut off the moment it started to

attempts, she gave up

was in chaos, but the director could only plead

her to calm down.

is he? How can someone

Cicely, the patient was taken by his father.

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

What’s the point

director could only let her vent her frustration.

exhausted and without

like a

hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s

same. The call was disconnected as

began.

put away her phone, her hand resting on her

to

and sorrow were palpable.

pulled her into his arms, his hand cradling

of her head, his deep and gentle voice

go have lunch.”

her, making no

but after about a minute of silence, she spoke

Yum soup. I don’t want meat or

restaurants outside.”

current calm and compliance, compared

hysteria, seemed far too

her eyes, “I’m

up. Cicely did

on him, her eyes

Charlie

Seth

drank, she

later, Charlie

with a slow, distinctive elegance.

with a napkin, and looked

“Do you not

his

the couch, her tone as

“So you think, by taking Issac away, making

he’s left, not that

divorce you over him?”

setting the glass

might be right.”

tugged at her lip, “Why? What else do you

in my hands good enough? Or is it because I was the

you a feeling of being dumped, and you feel

been trampled on, and you can’t

jaw was tightly clenched, his thin lips

after a long while, he hooked his lips and piled

him. “So no

to be ended for

lips curled in a sardonic smile, “Can’t you just

me?”

we pretend? The fact is you wanted to dump me. Why would

you for

a cold smile, grew

“For no

of a knock on the door interrupted

“Mr. Diaz, the company matters

you; it can’t be delayed any

of the previous day and losing an entire building,

shareholders and executives were

phone had been bombarded with calls, including

him. Mr. Diaz had first gone to the

by his wife’s side,

Diaz was

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

gaze and slowly closed her eyes against the back

couch.

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

out there, and you

put in the hospital to avoid unnecessary

hear Seth’s footsteps fading away,

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

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

the table and

remnants of the meal.

left the ward. Two burly men followed

natural thing in

elevator up to Creighton’s intensive care unit. The

busy, so she waited outside for a good

could enter.

still not optimistic. Creighton needed to

it past the critical forty-eight hours to be truly out of

nodded and thanked the doctor. She then sat beside

Creighton’s hand, and rested her cheek

her eyes, pushing down the sourness and

inside her.

was said in those recordings. Yes, I

Joel gave me that USB drive. He’s

It can

hides automatically. As

and his team are working hard on

we retrieve the files,

your

go

dare to

prove I’m clear, I’ll tear

trouble growing up, but

department. The thought of it makes my hands itch to

with later, and I’ll definitely need your

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

place up. Dad, you’ve got

support.”

tears at the corner of her

graying hair. Her heart was full

had so much to say to someone, so very

wanted to talk about Issac’s situation, her desire

pregnant.

bystanders. Even if someone died, it was

excitement for them.

person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment,

is infuriating.

who truly cared for her would

why she couldn’t

these issues.

meant to her, how

how ill-timed a pregnancy would be now. Creighton must

so she

Creighton about trivial

aftermath of the Diaz International

passed quickly, and the ICU doctor

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

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

think about was hoping for Creighton

anything beyond that.

stared blankly at the distant parking lot, watching people come and

and happy faces,

a familiar figure carrying things from a car

hospital. At that

calling. He asked about her dad and

Erik said,

man as he disappeared,

was a familiar face, one that had clashed with Seth

debates before.

assistant working alongside

take care

the family, Erik was bedridden. There was

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

see how Danielle is doing,

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over to the railing and

and going in the parking lot,

the other end of the phone

hands gripped the rusted railing

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

taken much, maybe just

even ten might have been enough.

the blast, and Issac

helplessness and a choke

from the phone, “Cicely…”

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

but

the old man’s

it wasn’t for Patty wasting so much time for the

wouldn’t have died.

long pause, Cicely took a deep

for you.”

away her phone and

hospital.

Danielle’s room for

and some lunch.

to either side of the hospital room door,

her.

in Danielle’s room, looking

the bed,

a

doorway.

react, Patty had already jumped to

“What are you

left the room. These were matters among women,

It was best for him to

affairs.

“Ms. Patty, Danielle has Ellis blood in her

speaking, I’m closer to her than you

that said, she approached

fell on the person wrapped up so tightly

mouth visible.

with dry skin. Those

if all her strength were focused there,

tear Cicely apart.

well, and

how pitiful you are. Covered

had just healed,

of

no humanity? That’s your cousin you’re talking about,

really wish her

no longer hold back, shaking with rage. Her voice

indifferent, her gaze

bandages

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

hatred.

glaring at me? Seems like, Issac and I have

under a cursed star? Why does

you suffer misfortune?”

are the cursed one.”

speaking was pulling at her wounds, causing tears to well

eyes.

you hadn’t returned to

I wouldn’t have met you

together make no more difference to me than if you were

her, “Do you not

Danielle and Seth are like stray dogs to you?

you forgotten how you

that, Cicely slowly turned her head,

back. “What

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

or are you deliberately picking a

I was heartless and ungrateful, but

that it’s actually you who are the

“You…”

we hadn’t come to save you, do you think you’d still be alive to argue with

gratitude, but is a simple ‘thank you’

for your oh-so-superior

paused, the anger in her eyes intensifying. “You saving us?

favor so I wouldn’t

you and Seth? Otherwise, why would you bother to risk your lives

come, we would

the nerve

even begun to settle the

the absurdity of it all. How twisted must one’s

be unable to

blatantly distort the truth.

slowly, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint as

we hadn’t come along, Danielle

fate? Nothing more than two

shrink back at her words, her

be

They were saved by Issac.

by every day from here on

it weren’t for you two,

in the

sneer made Cicely’s temples throb

deserved, didn’t he?”

the explosion that had

inside her head. “You think he got

say his death

shaken by the wild rage emanating from Cicely,

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

you

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

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

made that choice on your own, dragging

If you hadn’t come, how could

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veins on Cicely’s forehead stood out starkly

if

you hadn’t stalled me for

have died. No one in their right mind would

something like that.”

bed, sensed the dangerous

seeing the sharp paring

in her body, she

word with her raspy

to go upstairs to

rescue helicopter right from the start, Issac wouldn’t

even gone back

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

was now interspersed with

you with his body. No matter what,

on me and Patty.”

speechless. No matter her reasons

at such a time, it

She had known it from

saved them. They owed Issac a debt

as his death

be such

hands clenched into fists, her body trembling with

pain. It was

Cicely and the late Millie were

was a nothing more

than anyone else,

all the men seemed to have a soft spot

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

witnessing it through her daughter. She could almost see

Cicely’s anguish.

with satisfaction and triumph flickered in Patty’s

her, badly, by any means

let out a soft laugh and slowly

you know why I came to save you? It wasn’t because I was

to gain your favor. You probably haven’t

and slowly lifted her left

hand, Cicely continued in a

contorted in shock, and even

incredulously at Cicely.

felt vindicated. No wonder Patty

words. Now she kind of realized it. It was indeed quite pleasant

relieving.

days after Ray nearly forced

already fragile composure shattered, “You’re

on Seth?

the drawer of

seconds, staring at the ring

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

me…”

off, cool and dismissive, “Then why

I had already given up on him. Now that I

another man around that time. Perhaps he’s

mouth!” Patty was struggling to control herself, the knife in her

would never fall for you. He

so other than him loving me,

of why he would

was for the Ellis

flickered, “If that’s the case,

lie to you? I

shock, eyed the trembling

bit her lip. “Cicely, if you’re done,

father is not out of the woods yet, and his

You should spend time

turned

Who says my dad’s

noticed Patty’s gaze piercing her and continued despite

been keeping it a secret

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

frowned and as she turned, she

the knife lunging

in shock, instinctively shielded her stomach

“It’s all your fault!

stumbled backward, her retreat halted by the hutch

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

wrong with you?!”

Patty’s hands seemed

nerves. Patty’s eyes were bloodshot,

her cheeks as she glared at Cicely, unable to mask

of you! If it weren’t for you,

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

dead, go find Millie and

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

much? What was going through

father so much, why did Patty want to

me, he would never fall for you.”

image of Millie and Cicely. One moment it was

flipping back

down at the

thought to wrestle it

Cicely’s hand.

then Patty gave her a

Seth hates you for the

her words, Patty yanked Cicely’s hand, turned

plunged it

in horror as Patty, clutching her hand,

onto Cicely’s face

watching as her warm blood painted Cicely’s

to slide down, she clung

the blanket tightly.

That word

the blanket indescribably tight, her

convey a

Danielle with terror, and she finally let out a

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

and two men who had been following

scene

beside the bed, drenched in blood, while Cicely

holding a bloodstained knife,

was the first to snap out of it

The room descended into chaos, and Cicely

and avoidant glances from

might have been tough

such a gory scene, especially not this

the room by

washed the blood

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

hours and stood outside the unit, lost

been with her

as they stood

she overheard a commotion

are you guys?

need to leave

few seconds

“Cicely.”

lifting her head and

before her,

grace of a young lady, an air of graceful allure

softening her

in confusion at the familiar yet somehow distant figure

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

on her, and with a slight

mess.” The tap

wince and step aside.

Cicely’s abnormal reaction. With

cradling her niece’s face.

eyes flickered, and she shook her head slightly, but tears filled

nonetheless.

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

even when Millie

had been through, Lana took a deep

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

am here now.”

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

they had witnessed

chest, the blood-stained knife

lay passed out in

was careful with his words, not wanting

but no matter how it was explained, everything

Cicely.

ICU and saw Cicely

deep in conversation.

in black sighed in relief when they saw Seth.

Cicely tensed.

appraising the young man before

his years. But still, he

composure, Lana’s experienced

through his façade.

good man. No wonder Cicely

niece’s

confusion.

whose face

Seth, her silence lingering for a

“Your mother might be in critical

already decided on a divorce,

for you to worry.” Lana was always

up her mind about right and wrong,

a trait that had often caused

headaches.

her words, Seth’s face darkened

divorce?”

let it go? Do you really think

and continue

young, so neither of you wastes the

his eyes

emotionless. “Did you

her eyes at the

give you the shares of the

“Is Issac dead?”

Issac, Cicely’s eyes shook, and she looked up

“You’re asking

he’s not dead, which means we

in Cicely’s heart, “Seth, just to

you have something to do with Issac’s

or hear of his death, we’re bound by

“Think what you want.”

chilly laugh, “I asked

couldn’t possibly fall for me, and

Could it be that you’ve

pocket clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing, “What

you tell

sneered, “She suggested I saved her to use her to capture your

we’re married, at your proposal. And I

brooding gaze locked onto her,

wasn’t interested in their emotional

to the doctor, arrange for a discharge

first,

bring your grandfather over.”

already walking

at Seth before turning to Cicely, “If

much with him. If I remember correctly, the marriage law states

irreconcilable differences, living apart for two years will

dissolve a marriage.”

nodded, “I’ll

Seth caught her

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

leave just like that?”

don’t you go ahead

silently, his voice subdued and steady, “Be

provoke me.”

sounds like you’re planning on killing

on leaving?”

“No.”

and I’ll complete other

later.”

finally surfaced on

not understand what

low growl. For a

He spoke again, his

Cicely. Don’t

gripped by palpitations. Painfully, she

shackles. She didn’t

him

his gaze

instinctively as she struggled.

thin layer of sweat had pushed

forward, and grasped his hand, intending to help

but found his grip as unyielding as iron claws embedded

was slightly surprised. In the end, it was

to break his

the moment his grip loosened, Lana quickly pulled Cicely

with a wary gaze, her heart skipping a

bottomless eyes.

was deep, unfathomable,

bones at the bottom of an abyss,

hurried away. She

seemed to live in

back at Cicely and wondered if she realized what kind of

had provoked.

their retreating figures emotionlessly. His

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

word he had said. “Don’t

more ominous in hindsight.

severe the

could be.

the confidence came from, but she’d known

choose to have her killed if she insisted on leaving, as she’d

said.

was nothing more desperate and painful than death in

but again, she was

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with the doctor, and they’d managed to

Perhaps it was the presence of someone to lean

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

hour, Lana did not stay

duration. Even for her big brother, she couldn’t

small talk for thirty minutes. She never

meaningless activities.d2

about fifteen minutes, Lana glanced at the girl

her father’s, her plea for comfort both

lips. She raised her hand

girl’s hair, “You stay here with your

grandpa.”

“Then

too much. Your grandpa’s

he lived through

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

managed a soft “Mhm.”

her hands sliding into the pockets of

wait for you, and

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

concerning those

by his side, she felt clueless

ICU, they were met by

glanced over the documents

Cicely’s face. “Are you Miss

a wave of panic washed over

noticed her reaction

glance.

an allegation against you for intentional assault with

come with us to the station to assist with

one of

thinking of Patty.

it seemed anyone would suspect her of injuring

didn’t do it; she went crazy on

for your cooperation at this stage.

officer

away.

an investigation. First, it was the

eerie sense of inevitability,

was still trapped

between Cicely

you

to lock her

“Ma’am, please watch

work,”

I insulted you? Is that how bold

these days? Can’t I even ask a

face grew serious, “We’ll take her statement,

involved, she’ll be free

with sarcasm, “So you’ll keep her

investigation

deepened, “She’s a suspect in

don’t let you

justice is punishable by up to three years in prison,

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

blinked, pulling Lana aside, then stepped forward to

question. “Who reported

hesitation, they answered,

her whole being feeling like

of suffocation,

provoke him, was this his way of stabbing her in the

the realization of the depth of

ruthlessness.

Cicely nodded slowly.

thought. Then,

rose gently.

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

right now.”

to hear Lana’s

as if to herself.

profile, noticing the faint,

smile.

really love

confirm that it was Seth who sent Issac away, probably because

want to

ward, she asked Patty if Seth loved her. Patty

starting to feel maybe he

her leave with her aunt at any cost. The

of his fingers on her wrist from gripping tightly seemed

loved her as well.

him plainly, and he never answered, never admitted

So she wasn’t sure.

Cicely asked this question, the

To this moment, she still couldn’t understand

Grim Reaper had stayed. It’s like a

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

darkening.

and life… For some reason, she inclined more towards

metaphor.

“He does.”

abnormal, and that’s

answer made Cicely smile. “Do you think so

what the young girl in front of her was thinking. “Cicely,

to think about this

smile and nodded faintly. “You just

arrange for dad to leave, and visit grandpa. In order not

I’ll just

had just come back; she felt like she

couldn’t now bear any more incidents now. So, she could

brow furrowed instantly as

gentle smile, “Just going in

“No way!”

the air, brooking no

officers beside them darkened in demeanor. “Ma’am,

obstruct official duties, we are well

according to

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

cut Lana

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of being spoiled rotten overseas, Lana

forgotten a lot about

and make sure someone

please go

I’m being sent off to do

that thinking about such

but that was just

she was.

her eyes closed. “I’ll

happened

with, and I don’t understand any of it. I’m

out when you get back.

for

“Alright, I’ll take care of everything and

up as soon

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

two officers approached, one lifting Cicely’s hands

other pulled out handcuffs.

suddenly shrank, and

The indifferent compliance from just moments ago was

distress. “What

a suspect, we need to

cooperate with us.”

want

a lady of the Ellis family. How could

I won’t run. So

“If you don’t cooperate, don’t blame us for

necessary forceful action.”

did just that. Without letting

and with a “click,” those delicate wrists were

steel of the cuffs.

in her nose,

from her eyes. Her hands

relaxed.

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

deep-set eyes calmly watching her.

Diaz.” The officer

Seth’s gaze remained fixed on the woman between

handcuffs around her hands. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly, his

his trouser pocket clenched tightly. After

go

chilled to the bone, stared back at him.

coldness seeping into her

which had just shown fear and panic, was

to anger,

curve on her lips.

this the consequence of provoking you?

did actually hurt

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

many days can

narrowed dangerously, as if something feral

of his gaze. His hand

bulging, knuckles whitening, his palm’s circulation

when to fold, Cicely.” His voice

choking him.

tasting his

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

of showing goodwill?”

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

you in a hurry to

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

officers quickly

leaving the hospital, Cicely stopped again. Staring at the

“Could you cover this

a lab coat

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

was ugly.

*

police car to the nearest precinct.

she went. She was then directed to

she pretended to casually

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

cheaply varnished table with a recorder

The working conditions were less

officers, pistols at their hips, stood stoically

immediately. Cicely sat quietly, picking

on the

She thought about

psychological tactic,

She didn’t hurt anyone.

the one-way glass, Seth watched Cicely sitting there, her

indifferent.

minute, the interrogator entered. The

actual interrogation.

Liar.

statement began. The interrogator asked her

events.

and she shared every detail she thought

telling Patty that she and

if Seth loved her

a total loon.”

grabbed my hand and stabbed herself with

me the assailant, right?”

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