Chapter 13 The Earring
In her weakened state, Lillian whispered, "Let's get a divorce."
Jackson furrowed his brow. "Lillian, do you know what you're saying? Say it again!"
Lillian was unwilling to face him who had humiliated her any longer. She rushed out of the hospital, tears streaming down her face.
Stopping a taxi on the busy street, Lillian got in and said to the driver, "Take me away, anywhere. Just keep driving until I asked you to stop."
Perplexed by such a strange request for the first time, the driver, glanced at Lillian through the rearview mirror and inquired curiously, "How will you pay for the fare?"
Lillian took off her most beloved pair of earrings and placed them in the driver's hand. "These earrings are worth six figures. Take them!"
The driver's eyes widened as the earrings sparkled with two large diamonds. Then the car immediately started moving.
As Lillian watched the receding street scenes, she remembered the origin of the earrings she had cherished the most. When Lillian was still just Jackson's sister, Jackson had showered her with love, often preparing gifts for her. The couple of diamond earrings were specially customized for her by the internationally renowned designer, Vincent. Although Lillian was not fond of jewelry, she had worn these earrings for ten years, never parting with them.
At that moment, the driver suddenly spoke up.,"Miss, there's a car behind us. Is it following you?"
Lillian looked back and saw Jackson's car catching up.
In a blink of an eye, his car accelerated, drifted, and blocked the taxi's path.
The driver slammed on the brakes, causing Lillian to lurch forward from the inertia, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt, her vision spinning.
A knocking sound reached Lillian's ears as someone tapped on the window.
The car door opened, and Jackson's demanding voice came through, "Running away in a fit of anger? Then why did you come to the Frane family in the first place?"
Lillian retorted, "Max brought me here and I had fainted by then!"
Jackson pressed once more, "How do you explain sneaking into my bed four years ago, coercing me into marriage through public opinion? Were you fainting then as well? Were you under someone else's control?"
Lillian wanted to say, "You're right about the facts."
But she held back. She knew that any argument now would be futile, as Jackson had harbored resentment over this matter for a long time.
Jackson said, "Now everything is as you wished, and you've become Mrs. Frane. But I want you to know that being Mrs. Frane isn't as easy as you think!"
Without another word, Jackson lifted Lillian out of the trunk.
"Let me go!" she struggled.
"Behave yourself!" Jackson's firm grip on her hips, his hands hot against her skin, quieted her.
"What's wrong with your feet?” Jackson asked.
Lillian removed her sneakers, revealing blood-stained bandages.
She remained silent, while Jackson's expression turned serious. He pushed her into the back seat and squeezed in beside her.
The door slammed shut, the cramped space filled with his imposing presence.
As soon as Lillian moved, Jackson's large hand reached over, brushing aside her hair. His deep eyes fell sharply on her empty earlobe.
"Where's the earring?" Jackson pinched her soft earlobe, rubbing it harshly.
"It's gone!" Lillian winced in pain.
Jackson, filled with anger, pressed on, "What do you mean?"
With burning eyes, Lillian said sternly, "I mean I don't want it anymore! Jackson, I'm not joking, nor am I being stubborn. Let's get a divorce."
She no longer wanted him or the earrings he gave her.
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