Chapter 2058
Cicely found herself behind bars in the local detention center. Lana had pulled every string within
the Ellis family''s extensivework. Yet, astoundingly, she couldn''t spring Cicely from jail.
She couldn''t fathom who was backing Seth. She refused to believe that Seth, despite his
capabilities and the power wielded by his Diaz International, could hold more sway than the entire
Ellis n, especially given his tender years.
The first night in lockup, Cicelyy awake. The cell was unlike anything she''d imagined. A private
room, spotless and tidy, with brand-new bedding – the same brand she''d always favored. Dinner
was served to her: a bnced meal with both meat and veggies, and at bedtime, a ss of milk
was delivered.
Was this really the quality of life in a detention center?
But Cicely was no fool. What was Seth ying at?
He had her arrested, then pampered her with good food andfort. Did he think this would soften
her resolve? Or did he believe that by giving her perks, she would overlook past issues and remain
by his side, content and oblivious?d2
Had she been too easy to appease in the past, giving him the impression he could always win her
back, no matter the hurt he caused?
She ate the dinner, drank the milk, then sat on the bed hugging her knees, staring nkly for a
while before lying down.
Seth stood outside the intensive care unit, an emotionless mask on his face. His tall, rigid figure a
steadfast sentinel there for over an hour.
Charlie kept a watchful eye on Cicely''s situation in the detention center, and it was only when
reporting to Seth that a trace of emotion flickered across his stoic face.
"Ma’am has eaten her dinner, albeit not much."
"She drank the milk."
"She sat on the bed, lost in thought."
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"She has gone to sleep."
With each update, Charlie noticed Seth''s tense frame rx ever so slightly before tightening up
again.
Patty had survived the emergency room, buty in the ICU whereplications could arise at any
moment.
The Ellis family, Diaz International, and C&P all needed Seth''s attention. He’d even had someone
keep tabs on Mr. Ellis'' situation and also Danielle, not to mention the myriad of otherplex
issues converging upon him. Now, deep into the night, he finally had a moment to himself, standing
vigil.
Today, the fact that Mr. Diaz had signed the critical condition notice and then left his mother''s side in
the emergency room to attend Cicely''s interrogation was, to anyone else, a serious misjudgment of
priorities. Had the worst happened, would Mr. Diaz have regretted it for a lifetime?
"Mr. Diaz, there''s a lot to handle tomorrow. You should rest now."
After a silent moment, Seth slowly lifted his gaze toward the ICU doors before finally turning to
leave. "You should rest early too."
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Three dayster.
The court session was scheduled for 2 PM. In the morning, Lana went to the Ellis Group to find
Seth. His secretary, not recognizing Lana, tried to stop her but nheless, Lana barged into his
office.
Several sharp-suited individuals were in the office, each exuding an aura of sess and expertise.
Their faces were stern as they spoke with Seth, indicating a significant disagreement. Seth sat
expressionless, unfazed by Lana''s unexpected entrance.
Initially, her intrusion sparked irritation, but Lana furrowed her brow, "Out, all of you. I need to speak
with him."
One man, offended by her manner, started to retort but was quickly pulled aside and led out by a
colleague. "Let''s go, no more words. That''s Mr. Erik''s daughter."
Once the door closed behind them, Lana approached Seth''s desk, looking down at him thoughtfully.
It wasn''t hard for her to guess that these men had been trying to pressure Seth, the Ellis Group''s
current figurehead amidst the chaos. His cool,posed demeanor was not typical for someone
his age.
"Are you dead set on not releasing Cicely?" she asked.
Seth''s gaze slowly met hers, "Thest thing you should''ve done wase back, and you definitely
should not have urged her to leave. Erik will recover, as will her father. Why did you n to take her
away?"
Lana''s frown deepened, "What do you think the reason is?"
Seth diverted his eyes to a trinket on his desk that Cicely had ced there. "Everything will be
resolved. It was you, who gave her a choice before I could fix things. Without you, she only had
me."
Lana watched him silently, then suddenly let out a bitterugh.
Seth watched her with a cold, hard stare.
Herughter turned into tears, "Seth, Cicely said you don''t love her, but..."
She locked eyes with him, the chillingughter continuing, "Not only do you love her, you don''t even
realize how much. Haven''t you noticed? Your love has turned you into a madman."
"Your mother loved my older brother but ended up marrying your father. I know she could live with
the lie forever, but if she knew, the truth would utterly destroy her. Your mother has always been
fiercelypetitive, very stubborn since she was young. So, you can imagine the lengths your
father went to pursue her. But I also think that''s why she''d be utterly devastated by the truth – your
father''s efforts weren’t out of love for her, but deeper love for my sister-inw. He married your
mother to secure a worry-free life for Millie. Your mother''s love was obsessive, and it seems you''re
just like her. And you are also like your father, capable of even crueler, colder acts for love."
As she spoke, Lana watched Seth''s face turn to stone, the smile fading from her own. "Your mother
would never let you fall for Cicely, let alone marry her. But you went ahead and got married. Seth,
are you just nning to drag this out?"
Seth''s brow suddenly furrowed with intense irritation.
"Cicely thinks you''re conning her for the Ellis Group shares, but in reality, you''re trying to deceive
your own mother, aren''t you? How long do you n to keep up this charade? Until the day she
dies?"
Abruptly, Seth rose from his chair, his voice hard as steel, "Have you said enough?"
Lana''s lips curved into a sly smile as she continued, "Have you ever, even for a fleeting moment,
wished for your mother to pass away sooner?"
"Enough!" It was as if a venomous sting had struck a raw nerve. Seth''s low growl was filled with a
dark, terrifying wrath that sent shivers down the spine.
Yet from his reaction, Lana garnered the answer she sought. "Lunatic."
Seth''s body tensed, the coldness on his handsome face was palpable.
"Seth, I''m asking you onest time, are you going to drop the charges or not?"
"Do you really think I''d wait all this time just to drop the charges?"
Lana mmed her hand down on the table, her voice rising sharply. "But, after all this time, Cicely
hasn''t budged an inch. We''re talking about a detention center here. Do you actually n to throw
her behind bars?!"
Seth''s fists clenched on the desk, his suit sleeves stretched so tight they threatened to rip. "The
choice is hers. She doesn''t have to choose jail."
Lana closed her eyes briefly. "By doing this, you''re only driving her further away. Aren''t you afraid
she''ll never forgive you for the rest of her life?"
"She won''t." She wasn''t foolish. She must know that all he wanted was for her to stay.
"Where''s this confidenceing from?"
"Because she loves me. She''s just angry at me right now. Threatening to leave is just her being
upset. If I let her go without doing anything, she would be disappointed and hurt."
Lana paused, then shook her head in disbelief. "This is madness. Why can''t you admit that you''re in
love with her to the point of death? Why do you still look for excuses in her actions?"
Seth ignored her remark, "I''ve waited for her for three days. This afternoon is thest chance. If you
really can''t bear to see her in jail, go tell her you won''t take her away."
Lana narrowed her eyes, "Seth, I don''t believe you can imprison her for life."
Without another word, Seth grabbed his coat to leave. Lana followed him, "I''ve hired the best legal
team for this case. Seth, you can''t hold her."
Still, Lana received no response.
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Lunch was a three-course meal and soup, each dish was what Cicely had requested, and she even
ordered a ss of plum juice to finish off her lunch.
Once they were done, someone approached with an awkward expression. "Ms. Cicely, we need to
head to court now."
Cicely''s eyes flickered, as if she had anticipated this moment. She finished the remaining plum juice
and slowly rose to her feet.
The handcuffs, identical or not, were fastened once again around her wrists. Even though it wasn''t
the first time, the click of the cuffs seemed to pierce straight through her heart, the pain was
suffocating. Then she was escorted to a car and driven straight to the courthouse.
A swarm of reporters had already gathered at the entrance. As soon as Cicely stepped out of the
vehicle, they surged forward, snapping pictures of her, especially focusing on her cuffed hands.
Herplexion pale, Cicely was protected by the officers as she entered the courthouse. It wasn''t
until she climbed the grand staircase that she nced back. "Why are the reporters here?"
"I don''t know."
Cicely clenched her handcuffed hands, "Is this trial public?"
"No."
With no further words and no opportunity for more, Cicely was led inside.
She was seated in a separate room, guarded by two people. Someone came to announce the start
of the proceedings.
Mechanically, she was taken into the courtroom, where Seth''s figure loomed at the entrance. "One
last time I ask you..."
"I will. Move aside."
She would leave, so step aside. Without a second thought, she knew what he was going to ask.
Cicely, her expression neutral, cut off his words, her gaze drifting past Seth to the empty jury box
behind him.
She stepped forward, but Seth reached out, gripping her wrist. The tter of the handcuffs seemed
exceptionally loud in the silence.
"Mr. Diaz, I don''t think the court allows settling personal scores here. The cuffs are hurting me."