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

widened, holding back restraint and forbearance. “Why

me go out last

have dinner, take a shower, and get

him off, her eyes shimmering with a layer

unshed tears.

darkened, his voice suddenly turning

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

out her phone

the phone

it started to ring. She tried again,

or six attempts, she gave up and walked

office was in chaos, but the

her to calm down.

How can someone just

was taken by his father.

can’t save a life,

point

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

exhausted and without

a zombie devoid of thought,

she

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

began.

phone, her hand resting on her eyes,

seemed to be crying, soundlessly,

and sorrow were palpable.

pulled her into

of her head, his deep and gentle

go have lunch.”

her, making no

but after about a minute

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

restaurants outside.”

calm and compliance,

seemed far

her eyes, “I’m

her up. Cicely did not refuse,

on

instructed Charlie to

on the bed, and Seth handed

After she drank, she nestled

hour later, Charlie

a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually,

a napkin, and looked at Seth

you not want

on his

couch, her tone as

you think, by taking Issac away, making me

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

divorce you over him?”

After setting the glass down, he said, “It

might be right.”

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

enough? Or is it because I

feeling of being dumped,

on, and you can’t get over it,

clenched, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

himself, and after a long while, he hooked his lips and

him. “So no matter what, this marriage…

be ended

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

me?”

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

for

tinged with a cold smile, grew

no reason,

door interrupted them, and Seth

stepped in, “Mr. Diaz,

you; it

day and losing an entire

shareholders and

phone had been bombarded with calls, including the one

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

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

Diaz was

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

her gaze and slowly closed her eyes against the

couch.

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

there, and you won’t gain anything

in the hospital

silent. She could hear Seth’s footsteps fading

door. “Keep a close eye on her.

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

in to clear the table and tidy up the room,

remnants of the meal.

Two

most natural thing in

Creighton’s intensive care unit.

waited outside for a

could enter.

not optimistic. Creighton needed

past the critical forty-eight hours to be truly

thanked the doctor. She then sat beside

Creighton’s hand, and rested her

closed her eyes, pushing down the sourness and fear

inside her.

worry about what was said in those recordings. Yes,

Joel gave me that USB

It can fry a computer, but all the

hides automatically. As soon as someone

and his team are

and we retrieve the files, I’ll

your daughter, after all. How

mistreated? I agreed to go to the justice

dare to bring me

as I prove I’m clear, I’ll

up, but I’ve never actually dismantled

of it makes my hands itch to do it.

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

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

the place up. Dad, you’ve got

support.”

stood up and wiped away the tears at

full of pain and tenderness.

to say to someone, so

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

that she might be pregnant. But everyone who should know

bystanders. Even if someone died, it

excitement for them.

person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment,

is infuriating.

people who truly cared for her would react

she couldn’t bring herself

these issues.

Issac meant to her, how heartbroken

and how ill-timed a pregnancy

too, so she couldn’t tell

trivial things, carefully avoiding any mention

aftermath of the

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

Cicely went to the hospital’s park and sat

the fence was the parking lot. Her mind was a

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

anything beyond that.

distant parking lot, watching

happy faces, others rushing

a familiar figure carrying things

that moment,

asked about her dad

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

to side, disbelief etched on

surroundings, unable to accept what had happened. After

eternity, she spun around, her eyes bloodshot

dead?”

cruel, ruthless reality she least wanted

face.

as he

know.”

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up close, the

She pushed against his chest with

thought she might slap him in

day before, but instead she pushed him, and caught off guard,

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

persisted, “Is Issac really

her

back restraint

me go out

to have dinner, take a shower, and

off, her eyes shimmering with

unshed tears.

darkened, his voice suddenly turning

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

she pulled out

phone

moment it started to ring. She tried again, with

attempts, she gave up and

in chaos, but

her to calm down.

he? How can someone

by his father. We couldn’t

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

the point of

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

exhausted and without any answers,

director’s office, like a zombie devoid of thought,

she mechanically

was the same.

began.

hand

a ball. She seemed to

and sorrow were palpable.

her into his arms,

deep and gentle voice emanating from

go have lunch.”

making no attempt to struggle or resist. She

after about a minute

juice and Tom Yum soup. I

restaurants outside.”

paused, surprised. Her current calm and

far too

her eyes,

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

as she leaned on him, her

instructed Charlie to

Seth handed

accepted. After she drank, she nestled

hour later,

a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually, she set down

a napkin, and looked at Seth with a

you not want to divorce

grip on his cup

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

you think, by taking Issac away, making

just think he’s left, not that he’s

divorce you over him?”

glass down, he said,

might be right.”

“Why? What else do you want? Aren’t the Ellis

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

of being dumped, and you feel

can’t get over it, so you

clenched, his thin lips

while, he

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

be

a sardonic smile, “Can’t you just

me?”

pretend? The fact is you wanted to dump me.

for

tinged with a cold smile, grew chillier as

“For no reason,

on the door

Diaz, the company

waiting for you; it can’t be delayed any

day and losing

shareholders and

had been bombarded with calls, including the one

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

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

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

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

her gaze and slowly closed her eyes against

couch.

jacket from the couch. “I’ve

and you won’t

the hospital to

She could hear

the door. “Keep a close eye on her.

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

the table and tidy up

remnants of the meal.

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

natural thing in the

elevator up to Creighton’s intensive care unit.

busy, so she waited outside for

could enter.

doctor’s report was still not optimistic. Creighton needed to stabilize

critical forty-eight hours to be

nodded and thanked the doctor. She then sat beside the bed,

hand, and rested her cheek against

pushing down the sourness and fear welling

inside her.

what was said in those recordings. Yes, I said

Ray. Joel gave me that USB drive.

It can fry a computer, but

the drive and hides automatically.

his team are

we retrieve the files,

I’m your daughter, after

go to the justice department

innocence. If they dare

clear,

up, but

The thought of it makes my hands itch to do it.

to be a mess to deal with later,

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

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

support.”

away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

full of

to say to

situation, her desire

might be pregnant. But everyone who should know

Even if someone died, it was

excitement for them.

one person’s tragedy becomes another’s entertainment,

is infuriating.

her would react the most, and offer

That was why she couldn’t bring

these issues.

meant to her,

ill-timed a pregnancy would be

she couldn’t tell him any

talked to Creighton about trivial things,

the Diaz International

hour passed quickly, and the ICU doctor came in

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

the parking lot. Her

about was hoping for Creighton to wake up;

anything beyond that.

the distant parking lot, watching

and happy faces, others rushing in

familiar figure carrying things from a car

hospital. At that

calling. He asked about her dad and Danielle’s

said, “Go

gaze followed the man as

It was a familiar face, one that had clashed with

debates before.

assistant working alongside

care

calamity befalling the family, Erik was bedridden. There

she had not even returned home

how Danielle is doing, I heard

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over to the railing

in the parking lot, “Issac is

on the other end of the phone

the rusted railing tightly as she spoke in

“If only Patty and Danielle hadn’t

wouldn’t have taken much, maybe just

even ten might have been

and Issac

deep, gravelly voice filled with helplessness and a choke of emotion

from the phone, “Cicely…”

meant to me? He

when around, but now that

old man’s granddaughter. So

wasn’t for Patty wasting so much

wouldn’t have died.

a deep breath, “Alright. I’ll

for you.”

her phone and turned, expressionless, towards

hospital.

for long before Cicely

and some lunch. The two following behind

either side of the

her.

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

bed, peeling an

when she heard a knock and turned to

doorway.

Patty had already jumped to her

are

the room. These were matters among

was best for him to keep out

affairs.

“Ms. Patty,

to her than

said, she approached

wrapped up so tightly on

mouth visible.

mouth was crusted with dry skin. Those bloodshot eyes

intense hatred, as if all her strength were

tear Cicely apart.

and he asked me to

just how pitiful you are. Covered in burns, your

huh? Your legs had just healed, and now you’re

point of living like

you got no humanity? That’s

wish her

no longer hold back, shaking with rage. Her voice exploded

ear, yet Cicely remained indifferent, her gaze

bandages looked

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

hatred.

glaring at me? Seems like, Issac

born under a cursed star?

you suffer misfortune?”

“You are the cursed

pulling at her wounds, causing tears to well up

eyes.

cooled. “Danielle, if you hadn’t

I

no more difference to me than if you

suddenly shouted beside her, “Do you not

Danielle and Seth are like stray dogs

you forgotten how you used to

head, her detached and

back. “What do you

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

picking a fight? Everyone knows how

heartless

you who are

“You…”

save you, do you think you’d still be

petty things? I don’t expect gratitude, but is a simple

for your

her eyes

favor so I wouldn’t stand in

and Seth? Otherwise, why would you

If you hadn’t come, we

the nerve to come here and

to settle the score with

of it all.

so thankless, to be unable to distinguish right

blatantly distort the truth.

turned slowly, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint as she

along, Danielle

fate? Nothing more

seemed to shrink back at her words, her shoulders

never expected you to be falling

Your lives? They were saved by Issac. So,

by every day

it weren’t for you two, he wouldn’t

silence in

sneer made Cicely’s temples throb

he?” The fury that had been

if the explosion that had

head. “You think he got what

say his death was

the wild rage emanating from

panic, she raised the paring knife

are you trying to

as a

I

You made that choice on your own, dragging that spineless lapdog

you hadn’t come,

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Cicely’s forehead stood out

extreme anger she felt. “Even if I

me for Danielle,

one

something like that.”

in her bed, sensed the dangerous mood that

seeing the sharp paring

pain in her body,

her raspy voice. “Cicely, don’t forget,

upstairs

helicopter right from the start, Issac

might have even

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

now interspersed with painful gasps, “Besides, it was

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

on me and Patty.”

reasons for wanting to go upstairs for

such a time, it didn’t matter

known it from

owed Issac a debt of gratitude, not

unforgivable as his death being

be

into fists, her body trembling with barely

Cicely’s pain. It was evident on

the late Millie were so similar,

a nothing more than

arrogantly than anyone else, always

seemed to

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

it through her daughter. She could almost see Millie’s pain

Cicely’s anguish.

smile tinged with satisfaction and triumph flickered in

badly, by any

suddenly let out a

why I came to save you?

gain your favor. You probably haven’t

a faint smile and slowly lifted her left hand. As Patty’s gaze

Cicely continued in a mocking

shock, and

incredulously at Cicely.

wonder Patty could

Now she kind of realized it. It was

relieving.

few days after Ray nearly

composure shattered, “You’re

similar ring on Seth? Or do you want

in the drawer

for a few seconds, staring at the ring

grotesquely. “No! I

me…”

and dismissive, “Then why would

given up on him. Now that

that

was struggling to control herself, the knife in

would never fall for

so other than

can’t think of why he would choose to

was for the Ellis

case, being open about it

Why lie to you? I

recovering from her shock, eyed the

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

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

spend

as she turned to Danielle,

says my dad’s time

noticed Patty’s gaze piercing her and continued despite the

have been keeping it

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

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

knife lunging

in shock, instinctively shielded

all your fault!

retreat halted by

but to reach out and grasp

wrong with you?!”

hands seemed to

Cicely’s taut nerves. Patty’s eyes were bloodshot,

her cheeks as she glared at

and hatred. “It’s all because of you! If

You’re like a curse.

go find Millie and stop tormenting the

still reeling from Patty’s emotional outburst.

What was

Patty loved her father so much, why did Patty

fall for you.” Patty’s

One moment

back and

bewildered look, glanced down at the knife in

thought to wrestle it away, Patty suddenly

Cicely’s hand.

gave her a cruel smile. “I told you

sure Seth hates you for the rest of

words,

and plunged it

widened in horror as Patty, clutching her hand,

onto Cicely’s face and clothes. Patty then slowly

blood painted Cicely’s hands a vivid

began to slide down, she clung to Danielle’s

blanket

That word was alreay her

on the blanket indescribably tight, her eyes locked

to convey

sight filled Danielle with terror, and she finally let out

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

Shane and two men who had been following

The scene

lay beside the bed, drenched in blood, while Cicely

knife, her

first to snap out of it

fainted. The room descended into

receiving suspicious and avoidant glances

been

gory scene, especially not

out of the room by the hospital staff, stumbling

restroom where she shakily washed the blood from

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

stood outside the unit, lost and

been with her immediately called Seth, unsure

they stood by

a daze, she overheard a commotion behind

you guys?

need to leave

few seconds

“Cicely.”

head

woman stood before her,

of a young lady, an air of graceful allure

softening her

in confusion at the familiar yet somehow distant

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

fixed on her, and with a slight frown, she tapped

a mess.” The tap was firm, enough

wince and step aside.

see Cicely’s abnormal reaction.

niece’s face. “What’s

and she shook her head slightly, but tears

nonetheless.

had braced herself, but seeing Cicely’s

even when

Cicely had been through, Lana took a

into an embrace. Stroking her

am here now.”

raced to the hospital. Patty was in

scene they had witnessed upon

in the chest, the blood-stained knife

passed out

not wanting to influence

but no matter how it was explained, everything seemed

Cicely.

ICU and saw

deep in conversation.

black sighed in relief when they saw Seth. “Mr.

Cicely tensed.

man before her. Handsome,

beyond his

composure, Lana’s experienced

through his façade.

man. No wonder

My niece’s husband?”

confusion.

gaze to Cicely, whose face was

silence lingering for a few

mother might be in

on a divorce, her

and there’s no need for you

she had made up her

she stuck to it tenaciously, a trait that had often caused

headaches.

darkened immediately, “Who said we’re

divorce?”

not let it go? Do you really

has happened and continue living together? It’s

while you’re still young, so neither of

respond to Lana but kept his eyes

“Did you

her eyes at the

give you the shares

“Is Issac dead?”

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

“You’re asking

means

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

something to do

hear

“Think what you want.”

let out a chilly laugh, “I asked your mother,

insisting you couldn’t possibly fall for me,

Could it be that you’ve truly fallen

hand in his pocket clenched slightly,

you tell

suggested I saved her to

your proposal. And I asked

gaze locked onto her, sharp

emotional entanglement. Glancing at the

talk to the doctor, arrange for a discharge

dad and you first, and then we’ll

bring your grandfather over.”

was already walking away but

Cicely, “If he refuses to divorce, you

I remember correctly, the

irreconcilable differences, living apart for

dissolve a marriage.”

“I’ll come with

Seth caught her wrist. “Cicely,” he

finally revealing a trace of restraint, “Do you

leave just like that?”

you go ahead and

voice

provoke me.”

little. “It sounds like you’re planning on killing

on leaving?”

“No.”

I’ll be leaving and I’ll complete

later.”

impatience and anger finally surfaced on Seth’s face. “Did

not understand what

his low growl. For a moment,

spoke again, his

“Behave, Cicely.

gripped by palpitations. Painfully, she twisted

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

gave him

the darker his

instinctively as she struggled.

thin layer of

and grasped his hand, intending to help

as unyielding as iron claws embedded

it was with all her

break his

grip loosened, Lana quickly pulled Cicely behind

gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the

bottomless eyes.

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

bottom of an abyss, devoid of sound, wind,

tightly and hurried away. She had

to

back at Cicely and wondered if she realized what kind of

had provoked.

stood watching their retreating figures emotionlessly. His lips parted

me.” Lana’s heart

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

more ominous in hindsight.

had never considered how severe

could be.

came

if

said.

there was nothing more desperate and painful than

but again,

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with the doctor, and they’d

the presence of someone to lean on

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

hour, Lana

brother, she couldn’t bear

for thirty minutes. She

meaningless activities.d2

at the girl sitting by the hospital

her father’s, her

lips. She raised

with your dad for now. I’ll go check on

grandpa.”

lightly, “Then I’ll visit

worry too much. Your grandpa’s spirit is much stronger

all, what hadn’t he lived through in his

at Lana, opened her mouth to speak, but in

managed a soft “Mhm.”

deep breath, her hands sliding

you, and we’ll go

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

concerning those two men

side, she felt clueless on

left the ICU, they

eyes glanced over

Cicely’s face. “Are you

seeing the uniforms, a wave of

noticed her reaction

glance.

an allegation against you for intentional

us to the

one of them

flickered, immediately thinking of Patty. Under

seemed anyone would suspect her

it; she went crazy on her own.” she

your cooperation at this stage. Please

leading officer interrupted firmly, intent

away.

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

eerie sense of inevitability, as if she

wrong yet was

herself between Cicely and the officers. “Hold

things clear right here first. Are you

a pretext to lock her

grew stern. “Ma’am, please watch your language

our work,” one

Is

are these days? Can’t I even ask

officer’s face grew serious, “We’ll

not involved, she’ll be free to

smile dripping with sarcasm, “So you’ll keep

the investigation is

deepened, “She’s

don’t let you take

of justice is punishable by up to three years in prison,

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

blinked, pulling Lana aside, then stepped forward to face the officers

“Who

hesitation, they

sharply, her whole being feeling like it had been

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

to provoke him, was this his way

in Lana’s throat at the realization of

ruthlessness.

nodded slowly. She stood

in thought. Then,

disturbance, rose gently. “Aunt

worry, I won’t let them

right now.”

seemed not to hear Lana’s

as if to herself.

her niece’s profile, noticing

smile.

really love

confirm that it was Seth who sent

to

Patty if Seth loved her. Patty was

feel maybe he loved

now, he didn’t want to let her leave with her aunt

his fingers on her wrist from

loved her as well.

asked him plainly, and he never answered, never

So she wasn’t sure.

Cicely asked this question, the last look in

she still couldn’t understand that

Reaper had stayed. It’s like

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

darkening.

For some reason, she inclined more towards

metaphor.

“He does.”

abnormal,

answer made Cicely smile. “Do you

the young girl in front of her was

think about this

smile and nodded faintly. “You

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

anymore, I’ll just

she felt like she just had

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

them. Lana’s brow furrowed instantly as she

and gave her a gentle smile, “Just going

“No way!”

voice sliced through the air, brooking

them darkened in

to obstruct official duties, we are

according to the

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

Cicely suddenly cut Lana off. “Auntie, this

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years of being spoiled rotten overseas,

a lot about the

and make sure someone looks

with them. And, could you please go first?

like I’m

such seemingly

ridiculous, but that was just the

she was.

her eyes

With everything that’s happened

I don’t understand any of it.

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

for

for two seconds. “Alright,

pick you up

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

Lana left, two officers approached, one lifting Cicely’s hands

other pulled out handcuffs.

suddenly shrank, and she

from just moments

“What are

a suspect, we need to ensure there’s

cooperate with us.”

want to

was a lady of the Ellis family. How could she possibly wear

go with you and I won’t run.

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

necessary forceful action.”

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

and with a “click,” those delicate wrists were encircled by

steel of the cuffs.

felt a sudden tingle in her nose, biting her lip hard to

her eyes. Her hands clenched into fists, shaking,

relaxed.

emergency exit, Seth stood

his deep-set eyes calmly watching her. She slowed

The officer

Seth’s gaze remained fixed on the woman

her hands. His eyes narrowed

tightly. After a moment, he spoke, “Do

go

to the bone, stared back

a coldness seeping into her from

fear and panic, was now facing

anger, to

curve on her lips.

you? The Ellis family hasn’t fallen

actually hurt someone,

make me give in this way?

many days can you

if something feral was struggling to

from the abyss of his gaze. His

knuckles whitening, his palm’s circulation cut

voice was tense, as

choking him.

his

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

of showing goodwill?”

see Seth’s reaction or hear what he

you in a hurry to get back

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

The officers quickly

leaving the hospital, Cicely stopped

softly, “Could you cover

borrowed a

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

ugly.

*

was whisked away in the police car to the nearest

She was then

pretended to casually

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

cheaply varnished table with

working conditions

at their hips, stood

Cicely sat quietly,

spot on the

about the

the interrogation as a psychological tactic, but did

She didn’t hurt anyone.

watched Cicely sitting there, her

indifferent.

interrogator entered. The supposed ‘statement’

actual interrogation.

Liar.

The interrogator asked her to

events.

she shared every detail

that she and Seth had gotten

loved her

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

hand and stabbed herself with the knife. That doesn’t

me the assailant, right?”

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