My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Don’t Let Me See You Again

Candy was still calling her on her phone watch.

Candy was fine.

The simmering rage inside Damien Vaughn suddenly subsided when he saw the number.

’Why do I have to force her to admit she’s Cecelia Archer?’

’Why do I have to find out what really happened that day?’

’Things have already come to this. Would admitting her identity change anything?’

’Or... do I really want to avenge my mother by making her pay with her life?’

’No.’

Damien Vaughn couldn’t be sure about much else, but he was certain he never wanted Cecelia Archer to die. He never wanted Candy to become an orphan.

Candy was so adorable, so smart, so beautiful...

For some reason, this child, who had no connection to him, made Damien more deeply concerned than even his mother or grandfather.

If he acknowledged Cecelia Archer’s identity, even if he could let her go, his grandfather and uncle never would.

Because of this little girl, the truth suddenly seemed unimportant.

After just a few minutes of talking to her, Damien felt as if he had drained all his energy.

Suddenly, everything felt pointless. It was all so damn messed up.

He and Cecelia Archer could never go back to how they were when they first met. Their lives could no longer intersect. In an instant, his life seemed to have lost all direction.

Damien’s mind was a mess. He released his grip on Cecelia Archer.

"You can stop the act. I won’t pursue what happened that day anymore. Just go. Take your daughter and leave Veridia. I don’t want to see you again."

"I won’t stoop to fighting with a woman, but you and Shane Grant must pay the price for what you’ve done. I’ll make him suffer a slow, ugly death, piece by piece."

"Don’t try to help him put up a pointless struggle. Don’t test my limits, and don’t provoke me again. Or else..."

Before he could finish, Damien glanced back at Cecelia Archer’s pale, frightened face, then got out of the car with a decisive, almost graceful stride.

The gleaming Bentley sped past her car and vanished in a cloud of dust. Faced with this sudden reprieve, Cecelia Archer was a bit stunned.

She didn’t understand why Damien had suddenly let her go, but she had heard his words loud and clear.

He wanted Shane Grant to die. Piece by piece. An ugly death.

’No,’ Cecelia couldn’t accept that.

She knew that trying to represent the Grant Group against the Vaughn Group was a futile effort, like an egg hitting a rock. She was overestimating her own abilities, but she couldn’t retreat.

Shane Grant was in this predicament because of her. If she abandoned him to save herself, letting the hard-won legacy of two generations of the Grant Family turn to dust, her conscience would never be clear. Even if she managed to eke out a meager existence, she would spend the rest of her days living in her own personal hell.

Cecelia Archer wouldn’t give up so easily.

’Even if it means death, I have to fight one last time. I’ll die alongside Shane Grant with no regrets.’

’Surviving by any means’ could describe her, but it would never describe Shane Grant.

Her phone rang again. Cecelia picked it up, and Candy’s innocent yet worried voice came through.

"Mommy, why aren’t you back yet? Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"It’s nothing, sweetie. Mommy went to the hospital to see Uncle Grant. I’m on my way back now."

After lulling the two children to sleep, an exhausted Cecelia returned to her room.

Just as she was about to take a shower, a message came from President Sterling.

"Linden, I’ve already contacted the others. We’re having a preliminary meeting tomorrow at 8 a.m. in the main conference room at my company. Does that work for you?"

President Sterling was a man of his word, taking this matter so seriously. Cecelia couldn’t let such a good opportunity go to waste.

"That works. See you tomorrow at 8 a.m."

’Since the two of them are so deeply in love that they want to die together, then I’ll grant their wish!’

"I’ll go myself. Get the car."

On the way there, Ryan’s heart was pounding with anxiety.

He desperately hoped that the Luna Linden they were about to see was just Luna Linden. Since Cecelia Archer was already dead, she should just stay that way.

Ever since she had reappeared, Ryan had seen more clearly than anyone what President Vaughn had gone through for her.

He couldn’t imagine the scene: Cecelia Archer, risen from the dead, fighting against the Vaughn Group under Shane Grant’s banner, with President Vaughn witnessing it all with his own eyes.

Despite his apprehension, they soon arrived at their destination. The two of them were led directly to the top-floor conference room.

It was now 8:10 a.m. Everyone had arrived. President Sterling went up, said a few grand-sounding words, and then handed the floor to Cecelia.

"Linden, I’ve said all I need to say, and everyone is here. The floor is yours."

Cecelia hadn’t slept the previous night either. She had spent the whole night drafting her speech, listing out the many advantages of the Grant Group.

Everything hinged on this moment, and she was still a little nervous.

Taking a deep breath, she feigned composure and stood up.

Her voice was clear and she wore a smile.

"Hello, everyone. I am Luna Linden, Special Assistant to the President of the Grant Group. First, I want to express my deepest gratitude to all of you..."

Before she could finish her opening remarks, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

Hearing the commotion, everyone turned to look at the entrance.

Ryan’s young, refined face appeared unexpectedly in the doorway.

The next day, when it was time for the signing, Damien got word and went as well.