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

met her

widened, holding back restraint and

go

you needed to have dinner, take a shower, and

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

unshed tears.

face darkened, his voice suddenly

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

out her phone

phone to

was cut off the moment it started to

six attempts, she gave up and walked

was in chaos, but

her to calm down.

How can someone

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

save a

point of this

her vent her frustration. Seth stood by, allowing

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

office, like a zombie devoid of thought, nearly

wall, she mechanically

same. The call

began.

her hand resting on her eyes, her

to be crying,

and sorrow were palpable.

her into his arms, his hand cradling

deep and gentle voice emanating from above

go have lunch.”

him hold her, making no

after about a minute of silence, she spoke softly.

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

restaurants outside.”

Her current calm

far

closed her

up. Cicely did not refuse, her body

she leaned on him,

Charlie

Seth handed her a glass

After she drank, she nestled

hour later, Charlie

ate with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually,

a napkin, and

you not want to

grip on his cup tightened

her tone as cold and

by taking Issac away, making me unable to see

left, not that he’s

divorce you over him?”

After setting the glass down,

might be right.”

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

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

you a feeling of being dumped,

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

his thin lips pressed into

while, he hooked

“So no matter what, this marriage… might

to be ended for

curled in a sardonic smile,

me?”

can we pretend? The fact is you wanted to dump

for no

eyes, tinged with a cold smile, grew chillier as

“For no

of a knock on the door interrupted them, and Seth

stepped in, “Mr. Diaz, the company

for you; it can’t be delayed

previous day and losing

and

phone had been bombarded with calls, including the one

first gone to the Ellis Group, then straight

his wife’s side, cool and

Charlie didn’t believe Mr. Diaz was

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

and slowly closed her eyes against the back

couch.

jacket from the couch.

a mess out there, and you won’t gain

hospital to avoid

silent. She could hear Seth’s footsteps fading

at the door. “Keep a close

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

clear the table and tidy

remnants of the meal.

stood and left the ward. Two burly

thing in the

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

outside for a good

could enter.

was still not optimistic. Creighton needed

critical forty-eight hours to

and thanked the doctor. She

hand, and rested her cheek against its

her eyes, pushing down

inside her.

said in those recordings.

me that USB

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

automatically. As soon as

and his team are

and we retrieve

your daughter, after all. How

I agreed to go

they dare to

prove I’m clear, I’ll tear the

of trouble growing up, but I’ve never

makes my hands itch

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

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

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

support.”

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

hair. Her heart was full of

say to

Issac’s situation, her desire

be pregnant. But everyone

died,

excitement for them.

becomes

is infuriating.

for her would react the most, and offer her

why she couldn’t bring herself to

these issues.

to

pregnancy would

so she

trivial things, carefully avoiding any mention

of the Diaz

an hour passed quickly, and the ICU

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

Beyond the fence was the parking lot. Her mind

was hoping for Creighton to

anything beyond that.

she stared blankly at the distant parking lot,

bags and happy faces, others rushing in

she recognized a familiar figure carrying things from

At that moment,

He asked about her

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

from side to side, disbelief etched on her

her surroundings, unable to accept what

around,

dead?”

the cruel, ruthless reality she

face.

deep-set eyes flickered slightly as he replied, his voice cool, “I

know.”

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him, and up close, the resentment

against his

Seth thought she might

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

swayed almost imperceptibly.d2

“Is Issac really

met her

restraint

me go out

dinner, take a shower, and get some

Issac’s gone.” She cut him off, her

unshed tears.

face darkened, his voice suddenly turning cold, “He

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

she pulled out her phone and dialed

phone to her

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

After five or six attempts,

in chaos, but

her to calm down.

he? How can

was taken by

what good are you? You can’t save

the point of

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

the end, exhausted and without

a zombie devoid of

against the hallway wall, she mechanically

was the same. The call was disconnected

began.

away her phone, her hand

into a ball. She seemed to be crying, soundlessly, but

and sorrow were palpable.

her and gently pulled her into his arms,

deep and

go have lunch.”

no attempt to struggle or resist. She

but after about a minute of

plum juice and Tom Yum soup.

restaurants outside.”

calm and

seemed far

closed her eyes,

up. Cicely did not

leaned on him, her eyes closed,

instructed Charlie to prepare

Seth handed her a glass

accepted. After she drank,

hour later, Charlie brought

ate with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually,

mouth with a napkin,

“Do you not want

his

the couch, her tone as cold and indifferent as

taking Issac away, making me

think he’s left, not that he’s

divorce you over him?”

After setting the glass

might be right.”

lip, “Why? What else

Or is it because I was

giving you a feeling of being dumped,

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

lips pressed into a straight line. He

and after a long while, he hooked his lips and

no matter what, this marriage… might not

be

sardonic smile,

me?”

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

you for

eyes, tinged with a cold smile, grew chillier

“For no

of a knock on the door interrupted them, and

“Mr. Diaz, the company matters are

for you; it can’t be delayed

day and losing

and

with

Mr. Diaz had first gone to the Ellis Group,

wife’s side,

Mr. Diaz was unaware of

situation truly was.

“Okay.”

withdrew her gaze and slowly closed

couch.

straightened up and grabbed his jacket from

mess out there, and you won’t gain anything from roaming

the hospital to

remained silent. She could hear Seth’s footsteps

detached voice at the door. “Keep a close eye on her. Don’t take

anywhere but the hospital.”

“Understood.”

*

in to clear the table and

remnants of the meal.

Two burly men

thing in

Creighton’s intensive care unit. The

busy, so she waited outside

could enter.

was still not

the critical forty-eight hours

the doctor. She then sat

Creighton’s hand, and rested her

pushing down the sourness and

inside her.

those recordings. Yes, I said it, but

me that USB drive. He’s part of a computer club

bit special. It can fry a computer, but all the

drive and hides automatically. As

and his team are working hard on the decryption

and we retrieve the files,

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

mistreated? I agreed to go to the justice department because I

dare to bring me in

I’m clear, I’ll

trouble growing up, but I’ve never

it makes my hands itch to do

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

get arrested, I won’t.

you’ve got to

support.”

up and wiped away the tears at the corner

was full of pain

had so much to say to someone, so

Issac’s situation, her desire to divorce

she might be pregnant. But everyone

someone died, it was just

excitement for them.

person’s tragedy becomes

is infuriating.

people who truly cared for her would

why she couldn’t bring herself to tell

these issues.

knew how much Issac meant to her, how

ill-timed a pregnancy would be

so she couldn’t tell him

talked to Creighton about trivial things, carefully

of the Diaz

the ICU doctor came in to

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

parking lot. Her mind was a

for Creighton to wake

anything beyond that.

the distant parking lot, watching

bags and happy faces, others

recognized a familiar figure

that moment, her

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

narrowed. Danielle… Erik said, “Go

followed the man as he disappeared, then

familiar face, one that had

debates before.

assistant working

take care of

the family, Erik was bedridden. There was

house, and she had not even returned home to

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

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walked over to

and going in the parking lot, “Issac is

the other end of the phone was long

rusted railing tightly as she spoke

Danielle hadn’t dilly-dallied

taken much, maybe

thirty seconds, or even ten might have been

and Issac

deep, gravelly voice filled with helplessness and

from the phone, “Cicely…”

meant to me?

but now that

was the old man’s granddaughter. So

Patty wasting so much time for

wouldn’t have died.

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

for you.”

her

hospital.

hadn’t been in Danielle’s room for long before Cicely arrived. Charlie

fruit and some lunch. The two following

the hospital room door, not entering

her.

there in Danielle’s room,

the edge of the bed, peeling an apple

a knock and turned to see Cicely

doorway.

react, Patty had already

are you doing

quietly left the room. These were matters among women,

and hate. It was best for him to keep out

affairs.

cracked a wry smile, “Ms. Patty, Danielle has Ellis blood

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

that said, she approached

up so tightly on the bed,

mouth visible.

with dry skin.

hatred, as if all her strength were focused there,

tear Cicely apart.

not well, and he asked me to

just how pitiful you

Your legs had just healed, and now

point of

no humanity? That’s your

wish

could no longer hold back, shaking

indifferent, her gaze fixed on

from the bandages looked both comical

a fury that seemed desperate

hatred.

Seems like, Issac and I have

Danielle, were you born under a cursed star? Why does everyone

you suffer misfortune?”

“You are the cursed

at her wounds, causing tears to well up

eyes.

cooled. “Danielle, if you hadn’t returned to the

many things wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have met you or Seth.

no more difference to me than

beside her, “Do you

sound? Danielle and Seth are like stray dogs to you?

forgotten how

turned her head, her detached and icy

step back. “What

your mind?” Cicely finally

picking a fight? Everyone knows

heartless and

actually you who

“You…”

you, do you think you’d still

expect gratitude, but is a simple ‘thank you’

for your oh-so-superior

in her eyes intensifying.

trying to curry favor so I wouldn’t stand in

why would you bother to risk your lives

If you hadn’t come, we would have missed the

wouldn’t be like this. You have the nerve to come here

haven’t even begun to settle

absurdity of it all. How twisted must one’s

to be unable to distinguish right from

blatantly distort the truth.

turned slowly, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous

“If we hadn’t come along, Danielle would be nothing but

would you. Your fate? Nothing more than

at her words,

you to be falling

something. Your lives? They were saved

if you scrape by every day from here on out,

for you two,

brief silence in

Cicely’s temples throb with

didn’t he?” The fury that had been brewing now crashed over

the explosion that

head. “You think he got what he

his

rage emanating

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

you trying to

as a statue. Patty’s heart

I wrong? I didn’t ask

that choice on your own,

his doom. If you hadn’t come, how

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stood out starkly

“Even if I did come up because I was

but if you hadn’t stalled me for

one in their right mind would

something like that.”

in her bed, sensed the dangerous mood

sharp paring knife in Patty’s

Pushing through the searing pain in her body, she propped herself

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

upstairs to fetch your wedding dress. So, even

boarded the rescue helicopter right from the start, Issac wouldn’t

might have even

Cicely’s face stiffened suddenly.d2

with

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

on me and Patty.”

her reasons for wanting to go upstairs

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

known it from the

had still saved them. They owed Issac a

as unforgivable as his

be such shameless

clenched into fists, her body trembling with barely

reveling in Cicely’s pain. It was evident on

Cicely and the late Millie were

but in temperament. Millie was a nothing more than a call girl,

arrogantly than anyone else, always looking

seemed to have a soft spot for

Patty hadn’t seen

daughter. She could almost see Millie’s

Cicely’s anguish.

smile tinged with satisfaction and triumph flickered in

her, badly, by

let out a soft

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

trying to gain your favor. You

slowly lifted her left hand. As Patty’s

Cicely continued in a

contorted in shock, and even Danielle on the

incredulously at Cicely.

felt vindicated. No wonder Patty could

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

relieving.

nearly forced himself on me, Seth

already fragile composure shattered,

a similar ring on Seth? Or do you want

certificate? It’s in the drawer of the bedroom at

for a few seconds, staring

“No! I don’t believe it! He

me…”

cool and dismissive,

up on him. Now that

another man around that time. Perhaps he’s

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

would never fall for you. He

so other

can’t think of why he would choose to marry

Ellis Group shares, nothing

the case, being open

Why lie to

her shock, eyed the

and bit her lip. “Cicely, if you’re

is not out of the woods

You should spend time with

she turned to Danielle,

about? Who says my

noticed Patty’s gaze piercing her and

They have been keeping it a secret

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

frowned and as she turned, she

the knife lunging toward her

shock, instinctively shielded her stomach and stumbled

all

her retreat halted by the hutch behind her.

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

wrong with you?!”

hands seemed

shivers through Cicely’s taut nerves. Patty’s eyes

cheeks as she glared

hatred. “It’s all because of

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

find Millie and

emotional

What was

loved her father so much, why did Patty want to

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

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

flipping back

look, glanced down at the knife

it away, Patty suddenly tightened

Cicely’s hand.

a cruel smile. “I

sure Seth hates you for the

Cicely could process her words, Patty yanked

plunged it into her own

eyes widened in horror as Patty, clutching her

face

blood painted Cicely’s

slide down, she clung

blanket tightly.

That word

was on the blanket indescribably tight, her eyes locked

convey a

with terror, and

“Patty, somebody… somebody help!”

and

in. The scene stunned them

bed, drenched in blood, while Cicely stood with

bloodstained knife, her clothes and

to snap out of it and called

room descended into

suspicious and avoidant glances from the medical

been tough and

gory scene, especially

of the room by the

restroom where she shakily washed the blood from her hands,

a daze, she made her way

and stood outside the unit, lost and

men who had been with

do as they

a daze, she overheard a commotion

you

you need to

seconds

“Cicely.”

blinked, slowly lifting her head and

her, well-preserved, exuding a mature

of a young

fortitude softening

stared in confusion at the familiar yet somehow

murmured, “Auntie Lana…”

on her, and with

The tap was firm, enough

wince and step aside.

abnormal reaction. With a

niece’s

and she shook her

nonetheless.

seeing Cicely’s tears, she

cry even when Millie had

everything Cicely had been through, Lana took a

her into an embrace. Stroking her hair, Lana

am here now.”

to the hospital. Patty was

had witnessed

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

out in

words, not

events, but no matter how it was explained, everything

Cicely.

arrived at Creighton’s ICU and saw Cicely

deep in conversation.

two men in black sighed in relief when they saw

Cicely tensed.

turned, appraising the young man

calm and detachment beyond his

at composure, Lana’s experienced eyes could

through his façade.

a good man. No wonder Cicely

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

confusion.

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

staredat Seth, her silence lingering for

“Your mother might be in

you’ve already decided on a divorce, her

no need for you

she had made up her mind about right and wrong,

to it tenaciously, a

headaches.

face darkened immediately,

divorce?”

saving, why not let

continue

while you’re still young, so neither of

kept his eyes

“Did

her eyes at the

give you the shares of

“Is Issac dead?”

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

stare, “You’re asking

means

“Seth, just to

you have something to do with Issac’s

hear of his death,

“Think what you want.”

“I asked

insisting you couldn’t possibly fall for me, and I

now. Could

in his pocket clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing,

tell my

saved her to use her to capture your

your proposal. And I asked her if

locked onto

emotional entanglement.

“I’ll go talk to the doctor,

and you first, and then we’ll arrange for

bring your grandfather over.”

already walking away but paused

before turning to Cicely, “If he refuses to divorce,

I remember correctly, the marriage law states

apart

dissolve a marriage.”

nodded, “I’ll come with

she moved to follow Lana, Seth caught her wrist.

revealing a trace of restraint, “Do you really

leave just like that?”

ahead and finalize

stared at her silently, his voice subdued and

provoke me.”

sounds like you’re planning on killing

on leaving?”

“No.”

So, I’ll be leaving and I’ll complete

later.”

on Seth’s face.

not understand

For a moment, she was silent. The grip

tightened. He spoke again, his

Cicely. Don’t

palpitations. Painfully, she twisted her

from his shackles. She didn’t answer him

him an

stared at her, the darker his gaze was,

instinctively as she struggled.

winced. A thin layer of sweat had pushed

stepped forward, and grasped his hand, intending to help

his grip as unyielding as iron claws embedded

the end, it was with all her strength that

break his

Lana quickly

a wary gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the

bottomless eyes.

was that? It was deep, unfathomable, as if stacking dry

bones at the bottom of an abyss, devoid of sound, wind, breath, or

held Cicely tightly and hurried away. She had

to

looked back at Cicely and wondered if she realized

had provoked.

watching their retreating figures emotionlessly. His

heart raced as she recalled Seth’s recently chilling gaze.

“Don’t

more ominous in hindsight.

had never considered how severe the consequences of

could be.

confidence came from, but she’d known

wouldn’t choose to have her killed if she insisted on leaving,

said.

desperate and painful than death in

but again, she

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doctor, and they’d managed to secure

slot. Perhaps it was the presence of someone

Cicely feel considerably lighter.

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

duration. Even for her big brother,

for thirty minutes. She never liked wasting her time

meaningless activities.d2

at the girl

father’s, her plea for comfort

sad. Lana pursed her lips. She raised her hand to

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

grandpa.”

lightly, “Then I’ll visit grandpa

grandpa’s spirit is

hadn’t he

her mouth

managed a soft “Mhm.”

a deep breath, her hands sliding into the pockets of

wait for you, and

little. With her aunt

concerning those two men in

side, she felt clueless on how to

they were met by two

in their path. Their eyes glanced over the documents in

face. “Are you

seeing the uniforms, a wave of panic washed over

officers noticed her reaction and shared

glance.

an allegation against you for intentional assault with

to come with us to the station to assist

one of

flickered, immediately thinking of

it seemed anyone would suspect her of injuring

she went crazy on

cooperation at this stage. Please discuss

at the station,” the leading officer

away.

First, it was the

eerie sense of inevitability, as

was still

between Cicely and the

first. Are you taking her for questioning

pretext to lock

“Ma’am, please watch

work,” one

“Have I insulted you? Is

these days? Can’t

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

not involved, she’ll

with sarcasm,

the investigation

“She’s a suspect in a

don’t let

up to three years in

control, or a fine.”

Lana narrowed her eyes.

aside, then stepped forward to face the officers

different question. “Who

hesitation, they

her whole being feeling like it had

a moment of suffocation, numbness set in.

this his way of stabbing

the realization of the

ruthlessness.

a long pause, Cicely nodded slowly. She stood still,

in particular, lost in thought. Then, after several seconds, her

disturbance, rose gently. “Aunt

won’t let them take you.

right now.”

to hear Lana’s words,

as if to herself.

profile, noticing the faint, almost

smile.

really

that it was Seth who

to

Danielle’s ward, she asked Patty if Seth loved her. Patty was mad, and

to feel

now, he didn’t want to let her leave

on her wrist from gripping tightly seemed to

loved her as well.

him plainly, and he

So she wasn’t sure.

asked this question,

emerged. To this moment, she still

where the Grim Reaper had stayed. It’s like

or a twilit night that just lost light and

darkening.

some reason, she inclined more

metaphor.

“He does.”

is abnormal, and

smile. “Do you think

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

to think about this

slowly tapered off her smile and nodded faintly. “You just

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

anymore, I’ll just go with

she felt like she just had a little

bear any more incidents now. So,

brow furrowed

her a gentle smile,

“No way!”

the air, brooking no

beside them darkened in

continue to obstruct official duties, we are well within our

to

“You wouldn’t dare!”d2

with you.” Cicely suddenly cut

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years of being spoiled rotten

a lot about

on grandpa and make sure someone looks after my

go with them. And, could you please go first? I don’t

I’m being sent off to

admitted that thinking about such seemingly sentimental

was just

she was.

deep breath with her eyes closed. “I’ll go

With everything that’s happened these past

I don’t understand any of

back. You don’t need to

time for other

for two seconds. “Alright, I’ll take care

up as soon

Cicely nodded, “Okay.”

*

left, two officers approached,

other pulled out handcuffs.

those cuffs, Cicely’s eyes suddenly shrank, and she quickly withdrew

from just moments ago was

“What are you

a suspect, we need

cooperate with us.”

don’t want

of the Ellis family. How could she

and I won’t

you don’t cooperate, don’t blame

necessary forceful action.”

that. Without letting Cicely argue, they

a “click,” those delicate wrists were encircled by the

steel of the cuffs.

tingle in her nose, biting her lip

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

relaxed.

emergency exit, Seth stood tall, his

watching her.

Diaz.” The officer nodded

the woman between them, especially on

His eyes narrowed imperceptibly,

After a moment,

to go

back at him. Despite

seeping

fear and panic, was now

from indifference, to anger, to

curve on her lips.

consequence of provoking you? The Ellis family hasn’t fallen

I did actually hurt someone, my family would

make me give in this way? Let

many days can you

eyes narrowed dangerously, as if something feral

from the abyss of his gaze. His

veins bulging, knuckles whitening, his palm’s

to fold, Cicely.” His voice was tense,

choking him.

tasting his words, “Know

cold, silvery handcuffs on her hands,

of showing goodwill?”

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

you in a

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

The officers quickly

Cicely stopped again. Staring at the handcuffs,

you cover this

her request, an officer borrowed a lab

draped it over her.

Cicely’s eyes flickered.

ugly. Really

*

the police car

room, she went. She was then

her unease, she pretended to casually

one-way mirror opposite her, a camera in

and a cheaply varnished table with a recorder

The working conditions were less than

uniformed officers, pistols at their hips, stood

begin immediately. Cicely sat

on

about the

interrogation as a psychological

She didn’t hurt anyone.

glass, Seth watched Cicely sitting there,

indifferent.

the interrogator entered. The supposed ‘statement’

actual interrogation.

Liar.

statement began. The interrogator asked her to

events.

shared every detail she

telling Patty that she and Seth had

loved

was insane, a total loon.” Cicely’s

herself with the knife. That doesn’t

me the assailant, right?”

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