Chapter 18 Divorce Agreement
Lillian’s voice was so low that Jackson, leaning in close, couldn't hear clearly.
Jackson furrowed his brow slightly, looking at her pale face, on the verge of breaking down, feeling a pang of discomfort in his heart. Just as he was about to explain, a knock on the door interrupted them.
Lillian was brought back to reality. She pushed Jackson away abruptly, her eyes red as she confronted him, "Then watch and see if I can survive without you!"
Lillian ran out, pushing the door open, but froze as she looked up. Outside the door was Wendy!
Wendy asked with concern, "Why you are crying? Did Jackson scold you? I'll talk to him for you."
Although they had never been real sisters, Wendy always addressed Lillian with false affection.
Facing her own embarrassment in front of her archenemy, Lillian felt even more humiliated.
As Jackson's steady footsteps approached, he appeared calm and dignified, completely unaffected.
"I said I would go to the hospital to see you later. Why did you come by yourself?" His tone with Wendy was completely different from the coldness he had shown earlier.
Wendy smiled. “ I just came to tell you that I've been discharged so you wouldn't make a wasted trip."
Not wanting to witness their affectionate display any longer, Lillian was about to leave when Jackson grabbed her wrist. "Go squeeze a cup of watermelon juice."
Wendy loved watermelon juice, but Lillian detested it.
Jackson knew that but still made her serve Wendy. Lillian felt like her heart was being cut with a knife.
"Don't you have hands?" Lillian shook him off forcefully, took a step, and left in a huff.
Wendy's anxious voice came from behind her. "Jackson, Lillian can't stand being wronged. You better go and comfort her!"
"Ignore her!" Jackson’s voice was cold.
Rushing out of the building, Lillian hugged herself and squatted down on the sidewalk slowly.
Her vision blurred, and she kept telling herself over and over, “It's okay. I must live my own life and prove myself to everyone!”
Her phone rang, and Lillian wiped away her tears to answer,"Okay, I'll be right there."
Jackson didn't know that since Lillian was fourteen, she had been using her own savings for her living expenses. She had been trying to make money all along. She only took ten million dollars from him because of Max's illness. If she and Jackson divorced, she would still have to worry about Max's medical expenses.
The heavy burden of financial strain forced Lillian to save diligently. After leaving her job at Star Group, Lillian was finally free to organize her daytime hours as she wished.
No time to grieve, Lillian ran towards the bus stop.
Top floor office.
Jackson looked out the floor-to-ceiling window like a cold ruler of the world, yet his silhouette inexplicably exuded a hint of loneliness.
Wendy sat on the sofa, drank juice, and asked, "Jackson, were you and Lillian arguing because of Kevin's return?"
Jackson's eyes slightly chilled as he turned around. "No, it's normal for for us as a couple to argue. We will make up."
Wendy's fingers tightened around the cup. Yesterday in the ward, when she said she had a stomach ache and wanted to stay with Jackson, he asked her to find a nurse and turned to chase after Lillian.
Suppressing her unwillingness, Wendy nodded with a smile. "That's good! I thought Lillian found out about Kevin's return."
Seeing Jackson's face growing colder, Wendy abruptly changed the subject.
"Is the child okay?" Jackson broke the silence.
Wendy caressed her belly, her smile sweet. "He usually gives me a hard time."
"Take care of the child." Jackson instructed.
Wendy complained, "Jackson, do you only care about the child and not me?"
Jackson stared at Wendy without speaking.
At that moment, Terry came in. "Mr. Frane, the meeting is about to start."
Wendy hurriedly said, "Jackson, you should go. Can I finish the juice before leaving? The acidity is just right. You know that I haven't had much of an appetite these days."
Jackson nodded, and left with Terry.
Wendy walked around the office with the juice, her gaze lingering. She reached the desk and her eyes fixed on the divorce agreement.
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