Chapter 15 Was She Really Pregnant?
Lillian struggled fiercely, using both her hands and feet. "Let me go! Bastard!"
She lifted her right foot and kicked towards Jackson, but her injured ankle was firmly grabbed by Jackson's large hand, his voice carrying a hint of hostility."Don't need your feet? Don't you want to dance in the future? Since you want to have a baby, I can give you one right now!”
The pain in Lillian's foot intensified, but it couldn't compare to the inner turmoil. Her gaze gradually turned fiery as she said, "I wanted to have a baby before, but I don't want to anymore. I'm still young, so why should I be so stubborn to have a baby for you? I'm not playing tricks. I truly want a divorce!"
Jackson sneered. "Divorce? Don't forget how you became Mrs. Frane. You need to have the qualifications to talk about divorce."
In the distance, the headlights of passing cars shone on Lillian's pale face and almost naked body, causing her to panic and try to avoid them, but Jackson held her shoulders. As the car lights grew brighter, he callously watched her helpless state.
Trembling, Lillian realized the situation and shouted, "I was wrong!"
The next moment, Jackson grabbed a blanket and hastily covered her, preventing Lillian from being exposed.
"Lillian, your tantrums must eventually reach a limit!" Jackson said coldly.
The earring held special significance, yet she lost it over a trivial matter and even dared to mention divorce.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, slammed the car door shut, and headed to the driver's seat.
Lillian curled up and bit her lip tightly, fearing that if she spoke, she would burst into tears uncontrollably.
With a grim expression, Jackson caught a glimpse of her through the rearview mirror, feeling a subtle sense of panic.
In the past, when Jackson was angry, Lillian would have begged for forgiveness, but today was different. Could he have really been wrong?
The carriage fell into silence. Upon returning to the mansion, Jackson carried Lillian, along with the blanket, out of the car.
Tina was at the hospital, and the mansion was empty, engulfed in darkness.
Jackson carried Lillian upstairs and into the bathroom.
The sound of running water filled the room, and Lillian struggled to lift her head. "What are you doing?"
Jackson removed the blanket and tossed Lillian into the bathtub. The water in the tub was shallow and slightly cold. Her right leg was propped against the tub wall, forcing her legs to be spread open in a humiliating position.
Lillian tried to retract her leg, but Jackson held her knee down and said coldly, "I'm not interested in you right now! Soak to warm your body and tend to your wounds. Keep your foot out of the water." After speaking, Jackson left directly!
As the water in the bathtub gradually warmed, Lillian's exhausted body relaxed into it.
On the terrace, Jackson removed his tie, lit a cigarette, and exhaled smoke with a slight movement of his throat.
With a hint of smoke in his voice, Jackson spoke to the person on the phone, mentioning a license plate number. "Retrieve the earring."
At the hospital lobby, Lillian still wore the earring, and it was not difficult to guess where it was.
Jackson's gaze shifted, the smoke dissipating, and a subtle annoyance flickered in his eyes.
He thought, ‘Not long ago, Lillian was scheming to have a child, and now she wants a divorce. Is that possible?’
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Lillian limped out of the bathroom, while Jackson sat on the edge of the bed making a call. "Rest early! I'll come to see you tomorrow."
With lowered eyelashes, Lillian walked towards the sofa. She understood that Jackson only used that tone when speaking to Wendy.
Lillian cursed in her mind, ‘At 2 AM, Wendy is still had the energy to entangle with my husband. How shameless she is!’
Before Lillian could sit on the sofa, Jackson lifted her onto his shoulder.
Lillian exclaimed in surprise, not reacting in time, and was then thrown onto the bed. As she tried to get up, feeling angry and wanting to curse, a sudden wave of nausea hit her, and she vomited by the bedside.
Shocked, Jackson muttered, "Are you really pregnant?"
Then Lillian choked.
Not hearing her response, he grew agitated and shouted, "Speak!"
After placing the water glass down, Lillian retorted, "Am I the one who can conceive without intercourse, or do you have superpowers to impregnate from a distance? Which time did you not take proper precautions?"
A faint smile appeared on Jackson's face. He also thought it was impossible for her to be pregnant and didn't pursue the topic further.
Kneeling beside the bed, Jackson held her ankle and opened the first aid kit. Lillian didn't resist; she knew his temperament and that nothing could change his mind.
As a husband, he didn't love her, but as a brother, he was perfect.
Placing her right foot on his knee, Jackson cleaned the wound with iodine using tweezers.
Lillian gazed at Jackson, as if transported back to the bygone years when he treated her with such tenderness.
But since their relationship had changed, Jackson's indifference over the past four years showed that there was no romantic love between them.
After bandaging her foot, Jackson took a pregnancy test from the medical kit and tossed it to Lillian.
"Go test it," Jackson said coldly.
Lillian pursed her lips. "It's impossible..."
"Go!" He interrupted firmly.
Picking up the test, Lillian, with her weary body, entered the bathroom.
Five minutes later, she walked out and handed the test to Jackson.
"One line. Are you relieved now?" Lillian’s tone was mocking.
Jackson's gaze remained cold as he glanced at the test, his voice icy. "It's for the best! Reflect on yourself!" Then he left the room.
Lillian called her close friend, Shirley James, and a clear and excited voice came from the other end of the phone. "Lillian, have you seen the hot search terms on the internet?" Shirley said.
Shirley had a habit of being easily excited, and her tone unintentionally became agitated.
Glancing at her phone's webpage, even though Lillian already knew what had happened, the headline still shocked her.
#The Frane family's heir successfully concludes business negotiations and returns triumphantly with a beautiful female artist to Miracalia#
#Mr. Frane suspected to accompany the woman abroad, and their marriage is imminent#
The beautiful female artist mentioned here naturally referred to Wendy.
To enhance Wendy's reputation as a violinist, York and Grace spent money to arrange several solo concerts for her in foreign concert halls.
Shirley ranted, "These uninformed netizens! Wendy's violin skills are all thanks to the money backing her, not her talent."
Lillian closed the webpage, no longer wanting to read, and silently listened to Shirley vent. Then, she suddenly uttered a surprising statement, "Shirley, I want to stay at your place for a few days."
"Lillian, what's wrong?" Shirley asked with concern.
"I'm getting a divorce!" Lillian's tone was resolute.
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