SWNOVELS Chapter 508: Taking the Blame
Standing beside Meredith was Darcy DuMont. Even though his appearance had changed, Chloe recognized him immediately. The man before her was indeed Darcy DuMont from years ago. Once thought to be a man with nothing, he had now transformed into someone of great importance. Chloe's gaze was fixed on Darcy DuMont.
Darcy DuMont also looked at Chloe and then spoke to Meredith and the police, "I would like to speak with Chloe alone." At his request, the police did not hesitate. Meredith stepped aside, watching coldly as Joy Chaucer was taken away by the police, leaving only the frail Chloe and Darcy DuMont in the room.
Darcy DuMont exuded an innate nobility. He was tall and imposing, with deep-set features and eyes that held a captivating romance. He was the kind of man who made people want to fall passionately in love with him, even at over fifty years old, he had not lost his charm.
Chloe had once been infatuated with Darcy DuMont. She wanted to compete with Bianca for everything her sister had. While it was said that men were often unfaithful, Darcy DuMont was different; his heart was passionate and his affection pure.
As Darcy DuMont sat down, Chloe felt a wave of shame wash over her, making it difficult to meet his gaze. Her current state of illness and emaciation only added to her feelings of inferiority.
"It's been a long time," Darcy DuMont said, looking at Chloe. "I heard you were ill and came to see you." His opening words surprised Chloe. She turned her eyes towards him and asked, "Are you really... Darcy?"
Even though she had already confirmed it, she wanted to hear it from his own mouth. "I am," Darcy DuMont replied, spreading his hands. "Meredith told me some things about you. I understand what happened now. Bianca was such a kind person, yet she died at your hands. She loved you; she must have been very heartbroken and desperate."
Chloe's eyes darted away. "Did you come here just to tell me this? She's dead; what's the point of saying these things? I'll go to prison or even die for it; I accept that. Bianca should be upset with you, the unfaithful one. You only came back after she died. You didn't return for over twenty years. Now you have your own family; you betrayed Bianca. You betrayed the pure love you once spoke of."
"I never betrayed her," Darcy DuMont said, looking at Chloe. "I just want to know why Bianca got sick. I asked the doctor earlier; your illness is the same as Bianca's. This isn't a hereditary disease in your family. Bianca died, but I need to know the truth; I won't let her die without understanding why."
"She got sick on her own; how would I know?" Chloe retorted stubbornly. "I tampered with her IV line; I caused her death. I'll pay for it with my life."
Just moments ago, Joy Chaucer had been taken away, leaving Chloe fearful and anxious but unable to stop it.
Thinking about this made Chloe cough violently, spitting up blood.
Chloe's organs were failing; she was beyond recovery and merely waiting for death. Yet she feared dying because she worried about what would happen to Joy Chaucer after she was gone.
Suddenly, Chloe grabbed Darcy DuMont's arm and pleaded, "Darcy, please take care of Joy for me. I deserve to die a thousand times over, but Joy is innocent. She's my only daughter; please help me. I'll make amends to Bianca; it's all my fault-I was jealous of my sister and lost my mind."
Chloe hoped to exploit Darcy DuMont's kindness to find a way out for Joy Chaucer.
"Tell me why Bianca got sick-who did it?" Darcy DuMont removed Chloe's hand from his arm. "I told you I would find out the true cause of her death."
"It was me! I've already confessed! As for why Bianca got sick, I really don't know," Chloe pleaded desperately. "For the sake of my few remaining days, spare Joy. Meredith holds a grudge against Joy; she won't let her go easily. Joy is young and naive; don't hold it against her."
"You know who it is; you're covering for them," Darcy DuMont said, his deep eyes fixed on Chloe. "Once the police find evidence, I won't let anyone off."