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

met her

back restraint and

go

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

off, her eyes

unshed tears.

darkened, his voice suddenly turning cold, “He

Seth’s stern

struck her, she pulled out her phone and dialed Brody’s

phone to

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

attempts, she

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

her to calm down.

is he? How

patient was taken by his father.

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

point of this

her frustration. Seth stood by,

scene. In the end, exhausted and without any

a zombie devoid of thought, nearly drifting

hallway wall, she mechanically

the result was the same.

began.

hand

seemed to

and sorrow were palpable.

and gently pulled her into his arms,

and gentle voice emanating from above

go have lunch.”

her, making no

about a minute of silence, she

Yum soup. I don’t want meat

restaurants outside.”

current calm and compliance, compared to

seemed far too

her eyes, “I’m

her up. Cicely did not refuse, her

on him,

instructed Charlie to prepare

bed, and Seth handed her

After she drank, she nestled

later, Charlie brought

slow, distinctive

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

not want to

on his cup tightened

her tone as

by taking Issac away, making me unable to see

not that he’s

divorce you over him?”

setting the glass

might be right.”

her lip, “Why? What else do you want? Aren’t

Or is it because I was the one

feeling of being

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

thin lips

long while,

of him. “So no matter what, this marriage…

to be

lips curled in a sardonic smile, “Can’t

me?”

can we pretend? The fact is you wanted to dump

you for

a cold smile, grew chillier

no

the door interrupted them, and Seth turned

“Mr. Diaz, the company matters are

it

the previous day

and executives were

phone had been bombarded with calls, including the

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

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

Mr. Diaz

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

closed her eyes against the back of

couch.

his jacket from

and you

in the hospital to

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

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

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

to clear the table and

remnants of the meal.

the ward. Two burly men followed her

natural thing in the

elevator up to Creighton’s intensive care unit.

outside for

could enter.

report was still not optimistic. Creighton needed

the critical forty-eight hours to

thanked the doctor. She then sat beside the

Creighton’s hand, and rested

closed her eyes, pushing down the sourness and fear welling

inside her.

those recordings. Yes, I said it,

USB drive. He’s part of a

is a bit special. It

the drive and hides automatically. As soon as someone cracks

and his team are working hard

retrieve

I’m your

mistreated? I agreed to go to the justice department

of my innocence. If they dare to

as I prove I’m clear, I’ll tear the

of trouble growing up, but I’ve never

The thought of it makes my

with later,

don’t want me to get arrested,

got to recover

support.”

tears at the corner

heart was full of

say to

situation,

that she might be pregnant. But everyone who

if someone died, it was just a bit

excitement for them.

tragedy becomes another’s

is infuriating.

who truly cared for her would

That was why she couldn’t bring herself to tell Creighton

these issues.

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

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

so she couldn’t tell him

about trivial things, carefully avoiding any mention

aftermath of the

quickly, and the ICU doctor came in to ask

the hospital’s

the parking

was hoping for Creighton

anything beyond that.

the distant

happy

familiar figure

At that moment,

calling. He asked about her dad and

her, his

side, disbelief etched

surroundings, unable to accept what had happened. After

spun around, her eyes bloodshot with distress.

dead?”

confronting the cruel, ruthless reality she least

face.

slightly as he

know.”

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stepped toward him, and up

unmistakable. She pushed against his chest

isn’t much. Seth thought she might slap him in fury, as

done the day before, but instead she pushed

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is

met her

eyes widened, holding back restraint and

go out

dinner, take a

gone.” She cut him off, her

unshed tears.

suddenly turning cold, “He wasn’t

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

out

phone to

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

five or six attempts,

in chaos,

her to calm down.

How can someone

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

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

point

only let her vent her

the end, exhausted and without any answers, she

like a zombie devoid of thought,

she mechanically dialed Brody’s

same. The

began.

her phone, her hand resting on her eyes, her

seemed to be crying, soundlessly,

and sorrow were palpable.

gently pulled her into his arms, his

her head, his deep and gentle voice emanating from above her.

go have lunch.”

her, making no

minute of

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

restaurants outside.”

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

far too

closed her eyes, “I’m

bent down and picked her up. Cicely

as she leaned on him, her

instructed Charlie to prepare

was laid on the bed, and Seth handed

accepted. After she drank, she nestled

hour later, Charlie

distinctive elegance.

dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and

you not want to divorce

his cup tightened

was leaning on the couch, her tone

think, by taking Issac away, making me unable

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

divorce you over him?”

setting the glass down, he said, “It

might be right.”

“Why? What else

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

you a feeling of being dumped,

has been trampled on, and you can’t get

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

himself, and after a long while, he hooked his

no matter what, this marriage… might

to be ended

smile, “Can’t you

me?”

you wanted to dump me. Why would I want

you for no

eyes, tinged with a cold smile, grew chillier as she

“For no

of a knock on the door interrupted them,

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

you; it

events of the previous day and losing an entire building,

shareholders and executives

work phone had been bombarded with

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

side, cool and composed

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

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

withdrew her gaze and slowly closed her eyes

couch.

jacket from

a mess out there, and you

hospital

hear Seth’s footsteps

a close eye on her.

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

table and

remnants of the meal.

left the ward. Two burly

natural thing in

Creighton’s intensive care

so she waited outside for a good fifteen minutes before

could enter.

was still not optimistic. Creighton needed to stabilize

forty-eight hours to be truly out of

and thanked the doctor. She then sat beside

rested her cheek

down the sourness

inside her.

what was said in those recordings. Yes, I

Joel gave me that USB drive. He’s

bit special. It can fry a computer,

drive and hides automatically. As

team are

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

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

to go to the

innocence. If they dare to

I’m clear,

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

The thought of it makes my hands itch

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

get

got to recover quickly

support.”

wiped away the tears at the corner of her

hair. Her heart was full of pain

to say to someone, so very

situation, her

be pregnant. But everyone who should

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

excitement for them.

person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment, the thought

is infuriating.

cared for her would react

support. That was why she couldn’t bring

these issues.

how much Issac meant to her,

ill-timed a pregnancy

too, so she couldn’t tell him any

talked to Creighton about trivial things, carefully avoiding

of the Diaz International

and the ICU doctor came in to

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

fence. Beyond the fence was the parking lot.

was hoping for Creighton

anything beyond that.

at the distant parking

large bags and happy faces, others

a familiar figure carrying things from a car

that moment, her phone

was Grandpa calling. He asked about her dad and

Danielle… Erik said, “Go check on her

gaze followed the man as he disappeared, then she withdrew

one that had clashed with Seth in

debates before.

Another assistant working

care of

family, Erik

and she had not even returned home to

Danielle is

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walked over to

in the parking lot, “Issac

end of the phone was long

hands gripped the rusted railing tightly as she spoke

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

wouldn’t have taken much, maybe just a

seconds, or even ten

and Issac

gravelly voice filled with helplessness and a choke

from the phone, “Cicely…”

you know what Issac meant to me? He was

noticeable when around, but now that he’s

old man’s granddaughter. So

much time for the sake of

wouldn’t have died.

deep breath, “Alright. I’ll go

for you.”

away her phone and turned, expressionless, towards

hospital.

been in Danielle’s room for

fruit and some

stood to either side of the hospital room door, not entering

her.

there in Danielle’s room, looking haggard with sunken, swollen

the bed, peeling an apple Shane had handed

she heard a knock and turned to see

doorway.

already jumped to her feet,

are

left the room. These were matters among women,

was best for

affairs.

wry smile, “Ms. Patty,

I’m closer to her than you are, so why wouldn’t I

she approached the

wrapped up so tightly on the bed,

mouth visible.

with dry skin. Those

intense hatred, as if all her strength were focused there,

tear Cicely apart.

laughed, “Grandpa’s not well, and he

see just how pitiful you

had just healed, and

point of living

That’s your cousin you’re

wish

hold back, shaking with rage.

ear, yet Cicely remained indifferent, her gaze

that peeked out from the bandages looked both comical and

at her with a fury that seemed desperate to

hatred.

Seems like,

a cursed star? Why does

you suffer misfortune?”

lips trembled, “You are the cursed one.”

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

eyes.

if you hadn’t returned

things wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t

to me than if you were stray

suddenly shouted beside her, “Do

are like stray dogs to you? And what

you forgotten how you used to cling

turned her head, her detached and icy gaze making

“What do you

Cicely finally said,

you deliberately picking a fight? Everyone knows how I feel

thought I was heartless and ungrateful, but

you who are

“You…”

we hadn’t come to save you, do you

expect gratitude, but is a

your oh-so-superior

anger in her eyes intensifying. “You

International, trying to curry favor so I wouldn’t stand in

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

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

the nerve

begun to

absurdity of it all. How twisted must one’s morals and

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

blatantly distort the truth.

slowly, her eyes narrowing with a

hadn’t come along, Danielle would

would you. Your fate? Nothing more than

back at her words, her shoulders tensing

you to be falling over yourselves

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

day from here on out, you live

of gratitude. If it weren’t for you two, he

was a brief silence in

sneer made Cicely’s temples

do with us? Got what he deserved, didn’t he?” The fury that had been brewing now crashed over Cicely like waves in

felt as if the explosion that had

again inside her head. “You

his

wild rage emanating from Cicely, trembled from

her panic, she raised the paring knife

you trying to

figure rigid as a

I wrong? I didn’t ask you to

You made that choice on your own, dragging that spineless

come,

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stood out starkly against

anger she felt. “Even if I did come up because I was

if you hadn’t stalled me for Danielle, Danielle would have

Issac wouldn’t have died. No one in their right mind

something like that.”

her bed, sensed the dangerous

paring

pain in her body,

each word with her raspy

to go upstairs to fetch your

rescue helicopter right from the start, Issac wouldn’t

He might have even gone

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

now interspersed with painful gasps, “Besides, it was

No matter what,

on me and Patty.”

reasons for wanting to go upstairs for

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

She had known it

Issac had still saved them. They owed

as his death

be such shameless

hands clenched into fists, her body trembling

was gloating, reveling in Cicely’s pain. It

the late Millie were

in temperament. Millie was a nothing

and arrogantly than anyone else, always looking down on

men seemed to have a soft spot

when Millie had died, Patty hadn’t seen her humiliated or in

it through her daughter. She could almost

Cicely’s anguish.

cruel smile tinged with satisfaction and triumph flickered in Patty’s

to hurt her, badly,

Cicely suddenly let out a soft laugh and

to save you? It wasn’t because

and trying to gain your favor. You

pulled a faint smile and slowly lifted her left

Cicely continued in a

face contorted in shock, and even Danielle

incredulously at Cicely.

vindicated. No wonder Patty could confront

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

relieving.

days after Ray nearly forced

composure shattered, “You’re

seen a similar ring on

in the drawer of

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

grotesquely. “No! I don’t

me…”

off, cool and dismissive, “Then why would he

up on him. Now that I think

around that time.

was struggling to

would never fall for you.

“Well, so other than him

of why he would choose to marry me behind

the Ellis Group shares,

flickered, “If that’s the case, being

lie to you? I

shock, eyed the trembling knife in

if you’re done, could you please leave?

that your father is not out of the

should spend time with him

she turned to Danielle,

talking about? Who says my dad’s

piercing her and

“Seth told me. They have been keeping it

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

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

the knife lunging toward her

in shock, instinctively shielded

all your fault! You

halted by the hutch behind

no choice but to reach out and grasp

wrong with you?!”

Patty’s hands seemed to emanate

nerves. Patty’s

glared at Cicely,

“It’s all because of

be fine. You’re like a

go find Millie and stop tormenting the

reeling from Patty’s emotional outburst. Did

father’s condition this much? What was going

loved her father so much, why did Patty want to kill

me, he would never fall for you.” Patty’s

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

flipping back

glanced down

she thought to wrestle it away, Patty

Cicely’s hand.

frowned, but then Patty gave her a cruel

make sure Seth hates you

her words,

it into her own

horror as Patty, clutching her

blood spraying onto Cicely’s face and clothes. Patty then slowly

blood painted Cicely’s

down, she clung

blanket tightly.

spoke volumes. That word was alreay

tight, her eyes locked

to convey a

terror, and she finally let out a piercing

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

open as Shane and two men who had been

The scene

in blood, while Cicely

a bloodstained knife, her clothes and

the first to snap out of it and called for

into chaos,

suspicious and avoidant glances from the medical

been tough and brash, but

a gory scene,

she was ushered out of the room

she shakily washed the blood from her hands, face,

she made her way to

and stood

been with her immediately called Seth, unsure

as they

daze, she overheard a

are you guys? Step

but you need to leave

few seconds of

“Cicely.”

lifting her head and turning toward

woman stood before her, well-preserved,

a young lady, an air of graceful

softening her

confusion at the familiar yet somehow distant

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

her, and with a

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

wince and step aside.

abnormal reaction. With a furrowed

her niece’s face. “What’s

eyes flickered, and she shook her head

nonetheless.

herself, but seeing Cicely’s tears, she was

cry even

everything Cicely had been through,

embrace. Stroking her hair, Lana whispered softly,

am here now.”

to the hospital. Patty was

had witnessed upon entering the

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

lay passed out

his words, not wanting to influence Seth’s

events, but no matter how it was explained,

Cicely.

Creighton’s ICU and saw Cicely standing with

deep in conversation.

sighed in relief

Cicely tensed.

man

and detachment beyond his

his attempts at composure,

through his façade.

man. No wonder Cicely had fallen

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

confusion.

Cicely, whose face

silence lingering for a

might

divorce,

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

up her

to it tenaciously, a trait that had often caused her

headaches.

darkened immediately, “Who

divorce?”

marriage is beyond saving, why not let it

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

while you’re still young, so neither of

respond to Lana but kept his eyes intently on Cicely, his

“Did you

narrowed her eyes at

the shares of

“Is Issac dead?”

Issac, Cicely’s eyes shook, and

“You’re

dead, which means we can’t get a

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

to do with Issac’s disappearance?

hear of his death, we’re bound

“Think what you want.”

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

fall for me,

look at your actions now. Could it

in his pocket clenched slightly, his eyes

tell

suggested I saved her to

proposal. And I asked her if you

brooding gaze locked onto her, sharp

their emotional entanglement. Glancing at

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

and you first, and then

bring your grandfather over.”

already walking away but

“If he refuses to divorce, you don’t

him. If I remember correctly, the

apart for two

dissolve a marriage.”

nodded, “I’ll come

moved to follow Lana, Seth caught her

of restraint, “Do you really

leave just like that?”

don’t you go ahead and

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

provoke me.”

“It sounds like you’re planning on killing me

on leaving?”

“No.”

So, I’ll be leaving and I’ll complete other procedures two

later.”

anger finally surfaced on

not understand what I

was startled by his low growl. For a moment,

He spoke again, his gentle voice marked by

Cicely. Don’t push

palpitations. Painfully, she twisted her

from his shackles. She didn’t answer

gave him an

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

instinctively as she struggled.

winced. A thin layer of sweat had pushed through her

frowned, stepped forward, and grasped his hand, intending to help

his grip as unyielding as iron claws embedded in

end, it was with all her

to break his

his grip loosened, Lana quickly

heart skipping a beat at the sight of his

bottomless eyes.

that? It was

of an abyss, devoid of

held Cicely tightly and hurried away. She had never

to live

if she realized what

had provoked.

their retreating figures emotionlessly. His lips parted

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

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

more ominous in hindsight.

how severe the consequences

could be.

came

if she insisted on leaving, as

said.

was nothing more desperate and painful than death

again, she

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with the doctor, and they’d managed

Perhaps it was the presence

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

an hour, Lana did not stay in

duration. Even for her big brother, she

thirty minutes. She never liked wasting

meaningless activities.d2

minutes, Lana glanced at the girl

tenderly holding her father’s, her

She raised

your dad for now. I’ll go check

grandpa.”

nodded lightly, “Then I’ll visit grandpa

don’t worry too much. Your grandpa’s

hadn’t he lived through in

mouth to speak, but in the end,

managed a soft “Mhm.”

breath, her hands sliding into the pockets of

you, and we’ll

little. With

would do next. Especially concerning those two men

felt

they left the ICU, they were met by two police officers

glanced over the documents in their hands

firmly on Cicely’s face. “Are you Miss

wave of

noticed her reaction and

glance.

allegation against you for intentional assault with

need you to come with us to the station to assist

one of

thinking of

would suspect her

didn’t do it; she went crazy

just asking for your cooperation at this stage. Please

the leading officer interrupted

away.

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

eerie

yet was still trapped

stepped in, placing herself between Cicely and

right here first. Are you taking her for questioning or using

to lock

expressions grew stern. “Ma’am, please

work,”

Is that

are these days? Can’t I even ask a

face grew serious, “We’ll

If she’s not involved,

with sarcasm, “So you’ll keep her locked

the investigation is

frown deepened, “She’s a

if I don’t

punishable by up to

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

pulling Lana aside, then stepped forward to face the officers

“Who reported

they

contracted sharply, her whole being feeling

of suffocation, numbness

provoke him, was this his way of

throat at the realization of the

ruthlessness.

Cicely nodded slowly. She stood still, her gaze fixed

lost in thought. Then,

rose gently.

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

right now.”

Cicely seemed not to hear Lana’s words, continuing

as if to herself.

on her niece’s profile, noticing the faint, almost

smile.

really

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

to

Seth loved her. Patty

feel maybe he

leave with her aunt at any cost. The

on her wrist from gripping tightly seemed

loved her as well.

plainly, and he never answered,

So she wasn’t sure.

Lana’s mind, when Cicely asked this question,

moment, she still couldn’t understand that

stayed. It’s like a twilit night that

or a twilit night that just lost light and

darkening.

light and life… For some reason,

metaphor.

“He does.”

abnormal,

Cicely smile. “Do you

girl in front of her was thinking. “Cicely,

to think about

tapered off her smile and nodded faintly.

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

I’ll

come back; she felt like she just had a

couldn’t now bear any more incidents now.

them. Lana’s brow furrowed

gentle smile, “Just going

“No way!”

the air,

officers beside them

duties, we are well within

according to the

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

suddenly cut Lana off. “Auntie, this

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narrowed. After years of being spoiled rotten

forgotten a lot about

you go check on grandpa and make sure someone looks after my

could you please go first? I don’t

like I’m being

that thinking about such

that was just the kind

she was.

her eyes closed. “I’ll

happened these past

I don’t understand any of it. I’m

things out when you get back.

for other important

for two seconds. “Alright, I’ll take

you up

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

officers approached, one

other pulled out handcuffs.

Cicely’s eyes suddenly shrank, and she quickly

compliance from just moments ago was replaced

“What are you

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

cooperate with us.”

want to

the Ellis family. How could

to go with you and I won’t run. So there’s no

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

necessary forceful action.”

that. Without letting Cicely

and with a “click,” those

steel of the cuffs.

tingle in her nose, biting her lip hard to keep

eyes. Her hands clenched into fists, shaking, then

relaxed.

the emergency exit, Seth stood tall, his

his deep-set eyes calmly watching her. She slowed

The officer nodded

remained fixed on the woman between them,

His eyes narrowed imperceptibly, his

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

go with

chilled to the bone, stared back at him. Despite the

felt a coldness seeping into her

pretty face, which had just shown fear and panic, was

to anger, to detachment, to a

curve on her lips.

of provoking you? The Ellis family

did actually hurt someone,

me give in this

many days can you keep

as if something

his gaze. His hand in his pocket clenched again,

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

fold, Cicely.” His voice was tense, as if something

choking him.

just laughed, tasting his words, “Know when

handcuffs on her hands, “Is this

of showing goodwill?”

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

the lead in moving forward. “Weren’t you in

a rush anymore? Even if you’re not,

officers quickly followed her

Cicely stopped again. Staring

you cover this up

a lab coat from the front

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

was ugly.

*

was whisked away in the police car

was then directed to sit

her unease, she pretended

a one-way mirror opposite

cheaply varnished table with a recorder

The working conditions were

uniformed officers, pistols at their hips, stood stoically beside

immediately. Cicely sat

on the

ticked by. She thought about the cop dramas

as a psychological tactic, but did they

She didn’t hurt anyone.

the one-way glass, Seth watched

indifferent.

minute, the interrogator entered. The supposed

actual interrogation.

Liar.

statement began. The interrogator asked her

events.

fully, and she shared every detail

and Seth had gotten

Seth loved

a total loon.”

grabbed my hand and stabbed herself

me the assailant, right?”

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