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."
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
Cicely persisted, "Is Issac really dead?"
Seth met her gaze, "No."
Cicely's eyes widened, holding back restraint and forbearance. "Why didn't you let me go out last night?"
"Because you needed to have dinner, take a shower, and get some sleep."
"Because Issac's gone." She cut him off, her eyes shimmering with a layer of unshed tears.
Seth's face darkened, his voice suddenly turning cold, "He wasn’t dead!"
Cicely's gaze drifted upward, studying Seth's stern face in silence. Then, as if a thought struck her, she pulled out her phone and dialed Brody's number, pressing the phone to her ear.
The call was cut off the moment it started to ring. She tried again, with the same result. After five or six attempts, she gave up and walked away.
The hospital director's office was in chaos, but the director could only plead with her to calm down.
"Where is he? How can someone just disappear?"
"Ms. Cicely, the patient was taken by his father. We couldn't stop it."
"So what good are you? You can't save a life, and you can't stop someone from leaving? What's the point of this hospital?"
The director could only let her vent her frustration. Seth stood by, allowing her to make a scene. In the end, exhausted and without any answers, she staggered out of the director's office, like a zombie devoid of thought, nearly drifting away.
Leaning against the hallway wall, she mechanically dialed Brody's number again and again, but the result was the same. The call was disconnected as soon as it began.
She put away her phone, her hand resting on her eyes, her slender shoulders curled into a ball. She seemed to be crying, soundlessly, but her helplessness and sorrow were palpable.
Seth approached her and gently pulled her into his arms, his hand cradling the back of her head, his deep and gentle voice emanating from above her. "Let's go have lunch."
Cicely let him hold her, making no attempt to struggle or resist. She didn't respond immediately, but after about a minute of silence, she spoke softly. "I want sour plum juice and Tom Yum soup. I don't want meat or anything from the restaurants outside."
Seth paused, surprised. Her current calm and compliance, compared to her earlier hysteria, seemed far too out of character.
Cicely closed her eyes, "I'm tired."
Seth bent down and picked her up. Cicely did not refuse, her body showing the extreme fatigue as she leaned on him, her eyes closed, unresponsive.
Seth instructed Charlie to prepare lunch.
Cicely was laid on the bed, and Seth handed her a glass of water, which she obediently accepted. After she drank, she nestled into the covers.
An hour later, Charlie brought dinner.
Cicely always ate with a slow, distinctive elegance. Eventually, she set down her cutlery, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and looked at Seth with a calm expression. "Do you not want to divorce me?"
Seth's grip on his cup tightened slightly.
Cicely, who was leaning on the couch, her tone as cold and indifferent as her complexion. "So you think, by taking Issac away, making me unable to see him again, I'll just think he's left, not that he's dead, and that I won't choose to divorce you over him?"
Seth remained silent. After setting the glass down, he said, "It sounds like you might be right."
Cicely tugged at her lip, "Why? What else do you want? Aren't the Ellis Group's shares in my hands good enough? Or is it because I was the one who spoke up first, giving you a feeling of being dumped, and you feel that your supreme dignity has been trampled on, and you can't get over it, so you won't divorce?"
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