Chapter 106 I Wanted You to Come Home, I Need You
Without a part-time job, Lillian had a lot of free time. She went to the hospital to see Max, talked to him for a while, and massaged his legs.
As she was about to leave, Mary arrived. She had just permed her hair, put on makeup, and wore a thin cashmere cardigan over a black dress, with a Hermes bag slung over her shoulder. If someone didn't know her, they would think she was a wealthy lady.
She grabbed Lillian's hand, and without saying much, her true colors were revealed.
"Lilian, I've been a bit tight on money recently. How much money do you have? Give me some. I've been shocked these days because of Max's health, and I want to go abroad with friends to relax."
Lillian pulled her hand back. "I don't have money." She took a step away from Mary.
Mary sat by the bedside, stroking her manicured nails. "Then I'll have to go ask the Franes for some. They are all kind people. I could even find Jackson at Star Group."
"How dare you!" Lillian suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around, and stared at Mary with a cold look in her eyes.
It was Mary's repeated visits to the Frane family for money that made her unable to hold her head up high.
But Mary didn't care about whether her daughter was doing well or not. She only cared about herself.
"You are the esteemed young lady of the Frane family. Be filial, give me the money, and that's it," Mary insisted.
Lillian felt a chill all over her body, but she couldn't stop Mary.
She had given Mary a credit card, but Mary Garcia was insatiable.
She had scolded, threatened, and begged, but Mary remained indifferent, only wanting to get money from her.
When Lillian refused to give her a penny, Mary went to the Frane Group to meet Martin.
This happened shortly after she and Jackson got married. Martin called her to the study in the old mansion, didn't say much, but made her stand there all night.
The next morning, he gave her a card with a message.
"The Franes raised you without asking for anything in return, but at least don't tarnish the Frane family's reputation."
"I'm not asking you for twenty or thirty dollars. I'm your real mother. Even if I'm not good, I raised you. What's wrong with spending a little of your money?" Mary said as she walked over to grab Lillian's bag and search through it.
Lillian forcefully pushed her away, causing Mary to stagger back a step.
She pointed at Lillian's nose and cursed, "You dare to lay a hand on me! You unfilial daughter!"
The resentment on Lillian's face gradually faded, replaced by indifference.
"I won't give you a penny! If you want to make a scene, go ahead. I'm eager to get a divorce, and your antics only make it easier for me."
She turned and walked away, leaving Mary fuming.
Mary recalled the divorce agreement that had fallen out of Lillian's bag last time, and she panicked.
"You brat! Are you going to get a divorce? I don't want money anymore, can you not do that? Don't be foolish!" She chased after Lillian out of the ward, glaring at her back without looking back, her anger rising again.
"Wendy still gives me 3000 dollars a month. What's wrong with asking you for some money?"
Lillian stopped abruptly and turned around.
"Does Wendy give you 3000 dollars a month? Since when?"
Mary looked guilty and quickly said, "What I meant was, if you don't give me, I'll ask Wendy. She's filial, unlike you, cold-hearted. You enjoy a life of luxury while watching me suffer!"
Lillian couldn't be bothered with her and just walked away.
She took the elevator and went to the hematology department to consult the doctor who had drawn blood last time about Jackson's condition.
Coming out of the doctor's office, Lillian couldn't help but laugh.
At night, Lillian was half asleep when her phone kept vibrating.
She frowned and picked it up without looking.
"Where are you? When are you coming back?" Jackson's impatient voice sounded in her ear.
"Do you want me to come back to warm the bed? Mr. Jackson, you must have mistaken me for someone else!"
When she was about to hang up, Jackson's voice came through again.
"I forgot, you have a high sex drive. If you want to come back to warm the bed, you can."
Lillian chuckled. And Jackson added, "My wound seems to be festering."
"Festering?" Lillian said.
Jackson thought she was nervous, and with a slight smile on his thin lips, Lillian's cold and impatient voice came through the next second.
"What's a festering wound? When it starts to breed maggots, contact me, and I'll rush over to take a look."
Lillian didn't give Jackson a chance to speak and impatiently hung up.
She threw her phone away, but within two minutes, it rang again.
She answered it angrily, and this time Jackson's voice was calmer, deeper, and more magnetic. "You found out?"
Lillian coldly laughed. "Do you mean I found out that you've been playing me? No wonder I'm so easy to deceive. Cursing others to get sick, I've seen a lot of that. Cursing yourself to get sick, that's a first for me. Mr. Jackson, you are so good at acting. Why are you still the CEO? Why not join Wendy in the entertainment industry? You two could win all the entertainment awards!"
Lillian's voice was full of anger and mockery, a sharp departure from her usual demeanor.
"Lillian!" Jackson's veins bulged on the back of his hand from anger. He called out to her in a deep voice, then pinched his brow and lowered his tone to coax her.
"I didn't mean to deceive you. I just wanted you to worry about me and care for me. I want you to come back! I need you, Lillian. Our marriage is not a joke!"
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