Chapter 20 Who Are You Leaving Me For?
Lillian closed the kitchen door, her lips pressed tightly together, turning pale. Before long, Jackson sought out Lillian.
Lillian was peeling an apple when a pair of arms snaked around her from behind, wrapping around her waist tightly. Her back pressed firmly against Jackson's broad, rigid chest, his scent enveloping her.
Lillian stiffened as Jackson rested his head on her slender shoulder. His voice was low and cold as he whispered in her ear, "If you leave me, who are you going to find?"
Lillian pursed her lips. "After the divorce, who I see is none of your concern."
"I'm not letting you go." Jackson's tone was firm, as if in this marriage, Lillian's thoughts were irrelevant.
Lillian forcefully plunged the fruit knife into the apple. "Whether I divorce or not is not for you to decide."
Jackson stood there helplessly. He was a commanding figure in the business world, but sometimes he found women truly perplexing.
When Lillian left the hospital, she happened to run into Barry, and naturally, she got into his car.
"I have some new information about your brother Max," Barry said.
Lillian inquired anxiously, "What about the medical experiment project in Phantom Kingdom?"
Barry replied, "Professor Cohen's team has agreed. If Max handover goes smoothly, there should be no problem."
After a moment of hesitation, Lillian asked in a low voice, "Is the money sufficient?"
Leaving the Frane family, she was not very confident about her finances.
"More than enough. Besides, I am planning to return to my alma mater for further studies and might join the Phantom Kingdom's vegetative research institute." Barry said.
"That's great! I can't thank you enough," Lillian said, relieved and overjoyed.
With Max in a coma for a month, the longer the time, the lower the chances of recovery. This new development brought a glimmer of hope.
"By the way, have you considered the opportunity to study under Alice? It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance."
Lillian no longer had any attachment to the Frane family. Her primary concern was how to advance her dance career to a level where she could independently support herself. Hence, she gladly agreed.
"I'll go prepare my resume!" Lillian said.
"Good. I happen to be familiar with Alice's team. I can help you submit your resume. You can start preparing your dance routine for the interview. Alice's tour is scheduled to come to the country next month, and the interview will likely be around that time."
Lillian found Barry's analysis reasonable and nodded in agreement.
"I've composed a new piece that would be perfect for a dance routine. What do you think, Barry?" Lillian asked.
"It's a great idea."Barry said.
The two of them chatted happily, unaware that in the black Bentley on the adjacent lane, Jackson observed the scene through the two car windows with cold and piercing gaze.
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