The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 2051-2060

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

was in a trance.

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Why did everything have to come crashing down today?

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

out about their pregnancy.

Cicely’s look was nothing new to her.d2

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

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

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

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

me so many all at once.”

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

Cicely.

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

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

It was sour.

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

her favorite comfort food.

*

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

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

hand on her belly, and closed her eyes.

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

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

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

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

next to him.

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

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

the emergency room door.

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

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

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

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

didn’t know what else she could do.

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

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

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

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

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

it.

*

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

the emergency room still burning.

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

sign that the situation was dire.

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

composure also began to crumble.

*

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

until past eight.

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

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

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

and forth, signaling a critical phase in the operation.

Cicely sat motionless, her mind blank with shock.

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

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

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

…

Silence engulfed the hallway.

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

rushed to help him up.

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

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

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

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

everything we could.”

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

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

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

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

Brody staggered, supported only by Charlie’s strength.

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

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

if he was shaken to the core.

“Cicely, come on!”

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

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

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

scared alone, Issac… don’t leave me…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ma’am!” cried Charlie in alarm.

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

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

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

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

save him? If you can’t, get out!”

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

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

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

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

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

you won’t want me either?”

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

dies, I don’t want you either!”

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

happened and stay together?

No, they couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

might shatter, and she winced in agony.

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

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

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

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

her eyes before he finally spoke a single word.

“Fine.”

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

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

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

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

if he wanted.d2

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

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

two would eventually brew into a profound regret.

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie was visibly shocked.

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

several Diaz Internationals.

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

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

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

advance.”

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

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

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

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

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

interest to behave and not provoke me.”

Cicely’s eyelashes trembled.

“Charlie!”

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

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

watch her finish it.”

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

With that said, Seth turned to leave.

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

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

eyes, and walked away.

Issac had been taken to the ICU.

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

streaming down his face.

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

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

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

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

before Brody.

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

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

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

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

“It’s not your fault, miss.”

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

my fault, Brody. It is all my fault.”

Brody closed his eyes in resignation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

indeed, but she was also petulant.

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

own right.

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

her apology.

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

It’s just fate.”

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

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

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

minutes tonight.”

*

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

cypress trees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

phone pressed to his ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll handle Diaz International myself.”

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

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

him swallow his pride and come asking for a favor?

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

“Help me save someone.”

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

“That’s right.”

“And if we fail?”

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

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

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

reaction was more relaxed than expected.

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

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

for her.

“Mr. Diaz.”

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

prepare dinner, and you serve her this?”

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

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

informed Carly. She’s on it.”

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

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

slighted.

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

sofa, tossing it over the backrest.

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

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

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

need to eat dinner.”

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

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

make me miserable?”

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

could outdo Cicely when it came to making others miserable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

agony, I won’t bother you.”

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

prepare?”

Charlie hesitated, “Enough for two.”

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

“Will do.”

Cicely’s eyes darkened.

Before long, Carly had the food delivered.

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

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

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

should be wasting energy today.”

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

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

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

Seth and Charlie were right.

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

crossing paths.

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

Charlie quickly exited the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie shuddered. Seth’s expression was dead serious.

“Understood.”

*

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

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

blurred, and two arms barred her way.

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

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

Charlie.

“What’s all this?”

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

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

revenge, planning to come kill me?”

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

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

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

a grudge against me.”

Charlie was at a loss for words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what if I don’t?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to go out.”

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

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

“Take a shower and get some rest.”

“Seth!”

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

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

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

Cicely hung up without another word.

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

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

streams of traffic.

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

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

*

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

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

and headed straight for her.

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

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

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

tall and straight silhouette reflected on the glass.

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

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

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

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

want to divorce you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the glass in Seth’s face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have quite the patience.”

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

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

into the bathroom himself.

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

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

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

Cicely looked impassive, “I want some milk.”

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

Cicely closed the door again.

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

holding a glass of milk.

“It’s for Ms. Cicely.”

Seth withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

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

the day’s events.

The issues with Diaz International.

The status of the Ellis family.

The condition of Mr. Ellis.

The latest developments of Danielle.

She followed the trending topics, one by one.

The issue of Diaz International was further investigated.

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

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

Her dad’s surgery had been a roaring success.

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

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

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

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

miraculously unharmed.

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

die young, while the wicked seem to live forever.

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

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

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

covers to slide in.

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

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

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

divorce. You find this amusing?”

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

times? Would that be amusing?”

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

fell silent.

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

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

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

different.

She had actually brought up divorce.

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

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

forehead.

*

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

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

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

“I’m going to see Issac first.”

Seth remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

with Seth by her side, no one stopped her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dead?”

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

face.

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

know.”

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

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

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

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

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is Issac really

her

restraint and forbearance.

go

needed to have dinner, take a shower,

cut him off, her eyes shimmering with

unshed tears.

voice suddenly turning

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

out her phone and

phone to her

started to ring. She tried

six attempts, she

in chaos, but the

her to calm down.

How can someone just

by his

You can’t save

What’s the point of this

her vent her frustration.

In the end, exhausted and without any

a zombie devoid of thought,

the hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s

was the same. The call was disconnected as soon as

began.

put away her phone, her hand resting

She seemed to

and sorrow were palpable.

gently pulled her

his deep and gentle voice emanating from above

go have lunch.”

hold her, making no attempt to struggle or resist. She

a minute

juice and Tom Yum soup. I don’t

restaurants outside.”

paused, surprised. Her current calm and compliance,

seemed far too

closed her eyes,

up. Cicely did not refuse, her body

fatigue as she leaned on him, her

Charlie to

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

drank, she nestled into

hour later,

ate with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually, she set down

mouth with a napkin, and looked at Seth with a

you not want to divorce

grip on his cup tightened

couch, her tone as

Issac away, making me unable to

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

divorce you over him?”

the glass

might be right.”

lip, “Why? What else do

good enough? Or is it

feeling of being dumped, and

on, and you can’t get

his thin lips pressed into a straight line. He

long while,

food in front of him. “So no matter what,

to be ended

smile, “Can’t you just pretend

me?”

wanted to dump me. Why would I

you for

a cold smile, grew chillier

no

a knock on the door interrupted them,

in, “Mr. Diaz, the company matters are

waiting for you; it can’t

of the previous day and losing an entire

shareholders and

work phone had been bombarded with calls, including the

first

hospital, staying by his wife’s side,

But Charlie didn’t believe Mr. Diaz was

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

withdrew her gaze and slowly closed her eyes against the back

couch.

and grabbed his jacket from the couch.

It’s a mess out there, and you won’t

put in the hospital to avoid

remained silent. She could hear Seth’s footsteps fading away,

a close eye on

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

clear the table and tidy up the room, removing

remnants of the meal.

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

most natural thing in

to Creighton’s intensive

outside for a good

could enter.

was still not optimistic.

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

thanked the doctor. She

Creighton’s hand, and rested her

closed her eyes, pushing down the sourness and

inside her.

in those recordings. Yes, I said it, but

Joel gave me that USB drive.

bit special. It can fry a computer, but all

and hides automatically. As soon as

team are working hard on

ready and we retrieve the files, I’ll

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

I agreed to go

If they dare to bring me in

I’m clear, I’ll tear the

trouble growing up, but

of it makes my hands itch to

to be a mess to deal with later, and

get arrested, I won’t. However, I

up. Dad, you’ve got to

support.”

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

Her heart was full of pain

to say to someone, so very

to talk about Issac’s situation, her

pregnant. But everyone

died, it

excitement for them.

one person’s tragedy becomes another’s

is infuriating.

for her would react

was why she couldn’t bring herself

these issues.

how much Issac meant to

how ill-timed a pregnancy

too, so she couldn’t tell him

to Creighton about trivial things, carefully avoiding any mention

aftermath of the Diaz International

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

to the

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

about was hoping for Creighton to wake up; she

anything beyond that.

blankly at the distant parking

bags and happy faces, others rushing in

familiar figure carrying things from

hospital. At that moment, her phone

He asked

her, his

from side to side, disbelief etched on her face as

accept what

spun around, her eyes bloodshot with distress.

dead?”

directly, confronting the cruel, ruthless reality she least

face.

deep-set eyes flickered slightly as he replied,

know.”

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him, and up

against his chest with

much. Seth thought she might slap him in

the day before, but instead she

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

“Is

met her gaze,

back restraint

me go out last

you needed to have dinner, take a shower, and

She cut him off, her eyes shimmering with a

unshed tears.

suddenly turning cold, “He wasn’t

stern face in silence. Then,

out her phone and

phone to

the moment it started to ring.

After five or six attempts, she gave

hospital director’s office was in chaos,

her to calm down.

he? How can

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

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

point of this

let her vent her frustration. Seth

a scene. In the end, exhausted and without any answers,

office, like a zombie devoid of thought, nearly

the hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody’s number

the result was the same. The call was disconnected

began.

her hand resting on her eyes,

She seemed to be crying, soundlessly,

and sorrow were palpable.

her and gently pulled her into his arms, his

his deep and gentle voice emanating from

go have lunch.”

hold her, making no attempt to struggle or

a minute

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

restaurants outside.”

surprised. Her current calm and compliance, compared to

seemed far too out of

closed her eyes, “I’m

and picked her up. Cicely did not refuse,

fatigue as she leaned on him, her eyes closed,

instructed Charlie to

laid on the bed, and Seth handed her a

After she drank,

later,

always ate with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually,

dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and

not want

his

on the couch, her tone as cold

“So you think, by taking Issac away, making

that he’s

divorce you over him?”

remained silent. After setting the glass down, he

might be right.”

“Why? What else do you

it because

of being

you can’t get

thin lips pressed into a straight line.

and after a long while, he hooked his lips

“So no matter what, this marriage… might

to be

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

me?”

is you wanted to dump

for

tinged with a cold smile, grew chillier

“For no reason,

on the door interrupted them, and Seth turned to

in, “Mr. Diaz,

waiting for you; it

previous day and

shareholders and executives were

phone had been bombarded with calls, including the one

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

wife’s side, cool and composed

Diaz was unaware of

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

her gaze and slowly closed

couch.

jacket from the couch.

and you

put in the hospital to

could hear Seth’s footsteps fading away, followed

at the door. “Keep a close eye on

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

in to clear the table and tidy

remnants of the meal.

Two burly men followed her as if

most natural thing in

the elevator up to Creighton’s intensive

busy, so she waited outside for a good

could enter.

not

forty-eight hours to be truly out

She then sat beside

hand, and rested her cheek against its

eyes, pushing down

inside her.

what was said in those recordings. Yes, I said

gave me that USB drive. He’s

and that drive is a bit special. It can fry a computer,

the drive and hides automatically. As soon as someone cracks

team

we retrieve the files, I’ll be

I’m your daughter, after

to go to the justice department because

they dare to bring

I prove I’m clear, I’ll

growing up, but I’ve never actually

thought of it makes my

to deal with

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

Dad, you’ve got to

support.”

the tears at the corner of her eyes. She

heart was full of pain and tenderness.

to say

situation, her desire to divorce

she might be pregnant. But everyone who should

died, it was just a

excitement for them.

one person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment,

is infuriating.

people who truly cared for her would react the most, and

That was why she couldn’t bring herself to tell

these issues.

Issac meant to

ill-timed a pregnancy would be now. Creighton must

too, so she

about trivial things, carefully

the Diaz International

and the ICU

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

fence was the parking

about was hoping for Creighton

anything beyond that.

at the distant parking lot, watching people come and

and happy faces, others

a familiar figure

that moment, her phone

He asked about her

Danielle… Erik said, “Go check on her for

the man as

It was a familiar face, one that had clashed with Seth in

debates before.

Another assistant

take care

calamity befalling the family, Erik was bedridden. There was

house, and she had

how Danielle is doing,

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up and walked over to the

and going in the parking

silence on the other end of

hands gripped the rusted railing tightly as she spoke

Danielle hadn’t dilly-dallied and just

It wouldn’t have taken much, maybe

or even ten might have been enough. We

blast, and Issac wouldn’t have left

helplessness and

from the phone, “Cicely…”

you know what Issac meant to me?

but now

man’s

it wasn’t for Patty wasting so much

wouldn’t have died.

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

for you.”

away her phone

hospital.

hadn’t been in Danielle’s room for

some lunch. The two

stood to either side of the hospital room

her.

Danielle’s room, looking

at the edge of the bed, peeling an apple Shane

the top, when she heard a

doorway.

react, Patty had already jumped to her feet,

“What are you doing

the room. These were matters

and hate. It was best for him to

affairs.

“Ms. Patty, Danielle has Ellis

to her than

that said, she approached

fell on the person wrapped up

mouth visible.

mouth was crusted with dry skin. Those bloodshot

as if all her strength

tear Cicely apart.

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

came to see just how pitiful you are.

legs had just healed, and now

point of living like

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

really wish

hold back, shaking

yet Cicely remained indifferent,

out from the bandages looked both

glared at her with a fury

hatred.

Seems like, Issac and I have rescued

a cursed star?

you suffer misfortune?”

“You are the cursed one.”

speaking was pulling at her wounds,

eyes.

you hadn’t returned to the Ellis

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

no more difference to me than if you

her, “Do you not hear how

are like stray dogs to you?

Have you forgotten how you used to

head, her

step back. “What do

your mind?” Cicely

deliberately picking a

thought I was heartless

you who are the

“You…”

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

gratitude, but is

your oh-so-superior

eyes intensifying. “You saving

curry favor

Otherwise, why would you bother to risk your lives to

hadn’t come, we would have missed the

have the nerve to come here and take

to settle

of it all. How twisted must

to be unable

blatantly distort the truth.

her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint as she took

come along, Danielle would be nothing but

so would you. Your fate? Nothing more than two

back at her words,

expected you to be falling over yourselves

to understand something. Your lives? They were saved

Even if you scrape by every day from

of gratitude. If it weren’t for

brief silence in the

made Cicely’s temples

he?” The fury that had been brewing now crashed over Cicely

and she felt as if the explosion that had rocked her world

“You

say his death was

wild rage emanating from Cicely, trembled

panic, she raised the paring knife she’d

you trying

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

“Am I wrong? I didn’t ask you

choice on your own, dragging that spineless

you hadn’t come, how could

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veins on Cicely’s forehead stood out starkly

“Even if I did come up because I

me for Danielle, Danielle would

wouldn’t have died. No one

something like that.”

her bed, sensed

sharp paring knife

through the searing pain in her body, she

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

you wanted to go upstairs to fetch your

rescue helicopter right from the start, Issac wouldn’t

have even

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

interspersed with painful gasps,

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

on me and Patty.”

was speechless. No matter her reasons for

dress at such a time, it didn’t matter anymore. Patty

known it

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

as unforgivable as his death

be such

into fists, her body trembling with

was gloating, reveling in Cicely’s pain.

smugness. Cicely and the late Millie were

but in temperament. Millie was a nothing

and arrogantly than anyone else, always looking down

all the men seemed to have a

Patty hadn’t seen her humiliated

witnessing it through her daughter. She could almost

Cicely’s anguish.

tinged with satisfaction and triumph flickered

her, badly, by

let out a soft laugh

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

you and trying to gain your favor. You probably haven’t realized

a faint smile and slowly lifted her left

continued in a mocking tone, “We’re

in shock, and even Danielle on

incredulously at Cicely.

Patty could confront her with

of realized it. It

relieving.

few days after Ray nearly forced himself on

already fragile composure

a similar ring on Seth? Or do you

the drawer of the bedroom at

seconds, staring at the ring

“No!

me…”

dismissive, “Then why would he suddenly propose

already given up on him. Now that I think

with another man around that

was struggling to control herself, the knife in her

fall for you.

“Well, so other than him loving me,

why he would choose to marry me

Ellis

“If that’s the case, being open about it would have

lie to you? I

slowly recovering from her shock, eyed

and bit her lip. “Cicely, if you’re done, could you

the woods yet, and his time

You should spend time

suddenly darkened as she turned to

about? Who says

Patty’s gaze piercing her and continued

have been keeping it

is dying? Creighton is dying?!”

frowned and as she turned, she saw Patty’s crazed gaze

her, the knife lunging

shock, instinctively shielded her

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

backward, her retreat halted by the hutch behind her.

had no choice but to reach out and grasp Patty’s wrist. “What

wrong with you?!”

seemed to

taut nerves. Patty’s eyes

glared at Cicely,

“It’s all because of

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

find Millie and

emotional

condition this much? What was

much, why did Patty want

never fall for you.” Patty’s vision

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

back

bewildered look, glanced down at the knife in

she thought to wrestle it away,

Cicely’s hand.

Patty gave her a

I die, I’ll make sure Seth

her words, Patty yanked

and plunged it into

horror as Patty, clutching her hand,

face

as her warm blood painted Cicely’s hands a vivid

Patty’s body began to slide down, she clung to Danielle’s

blanket tightly.

That word was alreay

the blanket indescribably tight, her eyes locked onto

convey

and she finally let

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

Shane and two men who had

in. The scene

lay beside the bed, drenched in blood,

a bloodstained knife, her

to snap out of it and

The room descended into chaos, and

receiving suspicious and avoidant glances

been tough and brash,

scene,

was ushered out of the room by the

restroom where she shakily washed the blood

a daze, she made her way

arrived before visiting hours and stood outside the unit, lost

who had been with her

do as they stood

a daze, she overheard

are you guys? Step

need to leave

few seconds

“Cicely.”

slowly lifting her head and

before her, well-preserved,

grace of a young lady, an air of

softening her

the familiar yet somehow distant figure

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

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

such a mess.” The tap

wince and step aside.

see Cicely’s abnormal reaction. With a

her niece’s face.

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

nonetheless.

seeing Cicely’s tears,

hadn’t seen her cry even when Millie

everything Cicely had been through, Lana took

into an embrace. Stroking her hair, Lana whispered

am here now.”

Patty was in

witnessed upon entering the

in the chest, the

passed out

his words, not wanting to influence

matter how it was explained, everything seemed to

Cicely.

Creighton’s ICU and saw Cicely

deep in conversation.

in relief when

Cicely tensed.

the young man before her. Handsome, young

detachment beyond his years. But still, he

attempts at composure, Lana’s experienced eyes could

through his façade.

a good man. No wonder Cicely had

My niece’s husband?”

confusion.

whose face was ghastly pale,

for a few seconds before she

might be in critical

divorce, her condition is none

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

her mind about

she stuck to it tenaciously, a trait that had often

headaches.

Seth’s face darkened immediately, “Who said

divorce?”

saving, why not let it go? Do you really

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

you’re still young, so neither of

kept his eyes intently on Cicely, his

“Did

eyes at

“I’ll give you the shares of

“Is Issac dead?”

Issac, Cicely’s eyes shook, and she looked up at Seth with

“You’re asking

not dead, which means we

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

Did you have something to do

with my own eyes, or hear of

“Think what you want.”

laugh, “I asked

fall for

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

in his pocket clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing,

you tell my

her to use her

your proposal. And I asked

onto her,

emotional entanglement. Glancing at the

talk to the doctor, arrange for a discharge as

I’ll take your dad and you first,

bring your grandfather over.”

said this, she was already walking

at Seth before turning to Cicely, “If he refuses to divorce, you

If I remember

apart for two years

dissolve a marriage.”

nodded, “I’ll come

Seth caught her wrist. “Cicely,”

restraint,

leave just like that?”

you go ahead

silently, his voice subdued and steady, “Be sensible.

provoke me.”

a little. “It sounds like

on leaving?”

“No.”

So, I’ll be leaving and I’ll

later.”

impatience and anger finally surfaced on

understand

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

wrist tightened. He spoke again, his gentle voice marked

Cicely.

gripped by palpitations. Painfully,

from his shackles. She didn’t answer him verbally,

gave him an

darker his

instinctively as she struggled.

layer of

and grasped his hand, intending to

found his grip as unyielding as

end, it

to break his

the moment his grip loosened, Lana quickly pulled Cicely behind

a wary gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the

bottomless eyes.

was

of an abyss, devoid of sound,

and hurried away. She had never seen

seemed to

if she realized what kind of man

had provoked.

figures emotionlessly. His lips

heart raced as

“Don’t provoke me,” the three words

more ominous in hindsight.

had never considered how severe the consequences of

could be.

came

to have her killed if she insisted on leaving,

said.

there was nothing more desperate and painful than death

again, she was

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

slot. Perhaps it was the presence of someone to lean

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

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

for her big brother, she couldn’t bear

minutes. She never

meaningless activities.d2

minutes, Lana glanced at

hands tenderly holding her father’s, her plea

pursed her lips. She raised her

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

grandpa.”

lightly, “Then I’ll

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

hadn’t he lived through in

opened her mouth to speak, but

managed a soft “Mhm.”

hands sliding into the pockets of her dress,

you, and we’ll

a little. With her aunt

Seth would do next. Especially concerning those two men

his side, she felt clueless on how to

left the ICU, they were met by two police officers

their path. Their eyes glanced over the documents in

Cicely’s face.

a wave of panic washed

back. The officers noticed

glance.

there’s been an allegation against you for

to come with us to the station to

one of

eyes flickered, immediately thinking of Patty.

anyone would suspect her of injuring

didn’t do it; she went

your cooperation at this stage.

leading officer interrupted firmly, intent

away.

the

eerie sense

yet was still trapped

in, placing herself between Cicely and the officers.

here first. Are you taking her for

a pretext to

“Ma’am, please watch your

our work,” one

insulted you? Is that how

these days? Can’t I

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

she’s not involved, she’ll be

nodded, her smile dripping with sarcasm, “So you’ll keep her

the investigation

frown deepened, “She’s a suspect

if I don’t let you take

up to three years in

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

Lana aside, then stepped forward to face the

“Who

they answered, “Mr.

sharply, her whole being feeling like it had

suffocation,

his

hitched in Lana’s throat at the realization

ruthlessness.

pause, Cicely nodded slowly.

particular, lost in thought. Then, after

rose gently. “Aunt

I won’t let them

right now.”

not to hear Lana’s

as if to herself.

her niece’s profile,

smile.

he really

it was Seth who sent Issac away, probably

want to divorce

Patty if Seth loved her. Patty was

to feel

to let her leave with her aunt at any cost.

her wrist from gripping tightly

loved her as well.

once asked him plainly, and

So she wasn’t sure.

asked this question, the last look in

still couldn’t

It’s

night that just lost light and life

darkening.

life… For some

metaphor.

“He does.”

is abnormal, and that’s

made Cicely smile. “Do

the young girl in front of

about this right

and nodded faintly. “You just got back,

to leave, and visit grandpa. In

I’ll just

felt like she just had

bear any more

them. Lana’s brow furrowed instantly

turned and gave her a gentle smile, “Just going in for

“No way!”

the air, brooking no

them

duties, we are well

according to the

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

Cicely suddenly cut Lana off. “Auntie,

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After years of being spoiled rotten

a lot about the

grandpa and make sure someone looks after

you please go first? I don’t want you

taken away, looking like I’m being sent off to

thinking about such seemingly

ridiculous, but that was just the kind

she was.

deep breath with her eyes

need. With everything that’s happened these past few days,

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

things out when you get back. You

time for other important

“Alright, I’ll

up

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

approached, one lifting Cicely’s

other pulled out handcuffs.

Cicely’s eyes suddenly shrank, and

indifferent compliance from just moments ago was

“What are you

we need to ensure there’s no

cooperate with us.”

don’t want to

lady of the Ellis family. How could she possibly wear

won’t run. So

officer spoke again: “If you don’t cooperate, don’t

necessary forceful action.”

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

“click,” those delicate wrists were

steel of the cuffs.

sudden tingle in her nose, biting

eyes. Her hands clenched into fists,

relaxed.

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

watching her. She

The officer nodded at

gaze remained fixed on the woman between them,

handcuffs around her hands. His eyes

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

go with

the bone, stared back at him. Despite

felt a coldness seeping into her

fear and panic,

to anger, to detachment, to a

curve on her lips.

provoking you? The

if I did actually hurt someone, my family would ensure

give in this way?

many days can

dangerously, as if something feral was

gaze. His hand in

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

His voice was tense, as if

choking him.

tasting his words, “Know

silvery handcuffs on her hands, “Is this your

of showing goodwill?”

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

moving forward. “Weren’t you in a

Even if you’re not, I’m in a hurry

The officers quickly followed

hospital, Cicely stopped again. Staring at the handcuffs,

softly, “Could you cover this up

her request, an officer borrowed a lab coat from the front desk

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

ugly. Really

*

whisked away in the police car to

was then directed to sit in the

pretended to casually

one-way mirror

varnished table with a

The working conditions were less

officers, pistols at their hips, stood stoically beside

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

on

ticked by. She thought about

delay the interrogation as a psychological tactic, but did they

She didn’t hurt anyone.

the one-way glass, Seth watched Cicely

indifferent.

minute, the interrogator entered. The supposed

actual interrogation.

Liar.

interrogator

events.

shared

that she and Seth

if Seth loved her

was insane, a total loon.” Cicely’s voice trembled, her

grabbed my hand and stabbed herself with the

me the assailant, right?”

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