Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Her lips incessantly trembled as she asked, “Cornell, what are you talking about? Are you kidding me?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t you desperately want to send Audrey there?”
These words were like a thorny whip that fiercely slapped Cecilia’s face. The pain was excruciating.
She never expected that Cornell would use the same trick she had adopted in dealing with Audrey.
A cold and mocking expression appeared on Cornell’s refined face. The words that came out of his mouth were Like countless knives piercing Cecilia’s heart.
“I’ll send you there to let you experience it first.”
Cecilia instantly trembled violently. An endless fear filled her eyes.
She no longer cared about her dignity. She knelt in front of him and wailed, “Cornell, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have framed Audrey. I won’t do it again. Please don’t send me to the mental hospital…”
However, Cornell just curled his lips into a cold smile. He turned around and was about to leave without even looking at Cecilia.
Upon seeing this, despair overwhelmed Cecilia’s heart. She knew that once he walked away, she would be sent to the mental hospital with no chance of turning back.
She cried out desperately, “Cornell, how can you treat me like this?
I still have a family. Are you not afraid that my father will come after you if you send me to the mental hospital?”
Cornell turned around and mocked softly, “Ronan Murray must know you are pretending to be sick.”
Cecilia was stunned when she heard him mention her father’s full name.
Cornell always called her father “Mr. Murray.” This was the first time he had called her father by his full name.
Cecilia avoided his gaze and stammered, “No… No. My dad doesn’t know.”
But her voice betrayed her. She was obviously lying.
A trace of disgust flashed across Cornell’s face. If he didn’t know that the developer of the injection drug had a close relationship with Ronan, he might fall for Cecilia’s words. But he knew everything now.
He looked at Cecilia coldly and snapped, “You and your family colluded to lie to me. Have you ever thought about the consequences? Do you really think you can fool me forever? Since Ronan wants me to take care of you so much, I will. Sending you to the mental hospital is already a big help. Will he come after me? Well…”
Cornell paused. Then he asked, “Which do you think will Ronan choose, you or his career?”
Cecilia’s body stiffened. She felt like she was struck by lightning.
She knew her father would choose his career without hesitation.
Cornell’s words accurately capture the essence of her family’s character.
As soon as Cornell opened the door, Matteo was already standing outside with two strong bodyguards.
Cornell said coldly without even looking back, “Take her away.”
Cecilia looked at the two bodyguards in horror. While they approached her, she screamed hysterically, “No! Don’t come near me! I don’t want to go! I won’t go!”
But everyone turned a deaf ear to her. Cornell ignored her and was about to walk out of the ward.
“I told you! Don’t come any closer!”
Cecilia grabbed a fruit knife out of nowhere, pressed it against her neck, and shouted, “If you dare to take me away, I’ll die right in front of you!”
Matteo gestured for the bodyguards to stop and then turned to Cornell, awaiting further instructions.
Cecilia seized what she thought was her chance and, with eyes red and swollen, cried, “Cornell, can you really be this heartless? Remember, I saved your life once!”
The truth was, this was a gamble as she was unsure if Cornell would really turn his back on her.
What did he mean he had returned the favor? No fucking way.
Cecilia was set on banking on that past favor to chain Cornell to her side forever and ensure he could never escape.
As expected, Cornell paused, spun on his heel, and took slow and deliberate steps toward her. When he was close, he crouched before her, took her trembling hand, and murmured, “Don’t do this, Cecilia.”
The next second, Cecilia’s eyes brimmed with tears. She won! She got him again!
She knew very well that behind Cornell’s frosty exterior was gentleness. Otherwise, he would not have looked after her for years.
To her, it felt as if she had regained a long-lost precious gem.
“I know… I know you won’t abandon me…” Cecilia sobbed.
ALL she wanted now was to cast aside the knife from her hand and embrace Cornell with all the warmth in her heart.
However, his grip on her hand was ironclad, and he seemed intent on crushing her wrist.
Cecilia’s face contorted with agony. She tried to wriggle free, but her other hand was pinned under Cornell’s foot, rendering it immoveable.
With a quivering voice, she reminded him, “Cornell, you’re hurting me…”
Cornell, however, merely ignored her words, moved the hilt of the knife up, and said with ease, “You weren’t aiming for the artery.
You should cut here, see?”
Cecilia’s entire body shook at his words.
Fear gripped her for the first time, and she worried Cornell might actually end her life right there and then.
Cornell’s dark side appeared. It was chilling and made him appear demonic.
“What are you waiting for? Do it,” he urged, his face void of emotion and voice deep and ominous.
“Do you want me to help you?”
Without waiting for her reply, he directed her hand to a lethal spot on her artery and forcefully pressed down.
Cecilia shook, terrified out of her wits.
“No, please don’t… Don’t do this, Cornell…”
Cornell narrowed his eyes but did not loosen his grip. What he said next sent shivers through her.
“Weren’t you just about to kill yourself?”
As the blade cut through her skin, blood began to trail down to her fingernails and along her arm.
“Please, stop… Don’t…” Cecilia mumbled. Her body was shaking Like a lamb, and she was scared shitless.
“Help! Help me! Matteo, help me…”
Moments ago, Cecilia was resisting being taken away by Matteo. But now, she found herself wishing he would whisk her away immediately.
At least in an asylum, she could survive and cling to the hope of eventual freedom. If she stayed here, she feared she might bleed out.
Matteo hurried over to Cornell and said, “Mr. Clement, please leave it to me.”
With that, Cornell released Cecilia’s hand, and she collapsed to the ground in a heap. She shook uncontrollably and was seemingly drained of her strength. Those who could see her right now would think she was some catastrophe’s lone survivor.
Cornell took a wet wipe and leisurely wiped his hands of Cecilia’s blood. He gazed coldly at Cecilia, who looked pitiful like an abandoned dog, and declared, “If Tessa gets caught and I learn you two are accomplices, I’ll make sure you’re confined to a psychiatric ward for good.”
With those words, he turned around and walked off with determined strides.
It took a while before Cecilia realized the gravity of the situation.
She let out a piercing scream, and her eyes burned with fury.
How could Cornell do this to her for Audrey! Did he think he could lock her away forever?
Once she got out, she swore to herself she would get even.
Cecilia’s gaze blazed with hatred, like a scorpion poised to unleash its venomous sting at any moment.
“Cornell Clement! You would regret this. Just wait and see! I swear to God, I will never forgive you!”
In Audrey’s ward.
Audrey gazed silently at her right hand. She tried, with all her strength, to make a fist, but to no avail.
The nurse saw what Audrey was trying to do and felt a lump in her throat. Feeling sorry, she reassured Audrey, “You may not be able to exert much force, but you can still write. Just try not to stay in one position too long, or you might…”
She trailed midsentence upon realizing the significance of Audrey’s right hand to her. Her voice faded to a whisper with every word. On second thought, she figured it would be best to give a piece of advice that could help Audrey in the long run.
“It might be better to use your left hand during the rehabilitation. That way, you won’t strain your right hand.”
Even after the nurse stepped out, Audrey continued to fix her gaze on her right hand without blinking.