Chapter 253 Still Protecting Wendy
Lillian stiffly lowered her head to look at Wendy and let out a sneer. She laughed at her foolishness for fearing that Lyra would truly abort Wendy's child. She found it ridiculous that Wendy still wouldn't tell the truth at that moment and even mocked her. Little did she know, the biggest joke was probably herself.
Wendy must have already informed Jackson, so she stalled for time and waited for him to come and protect her. When she got hurt and shed a few tears, Jackson always protected her.
"Jackson, save me, save the baby. I won't compete with Lillian. Why must she take away my baby? What did he do wrong? It hurts so much," Wendy said as she ignored the wound on her face, clutched her stomach, and tried to stand up, but she fell back down, curling into a ball.
Jackson's expression changed slightly, and he stepped forward to pick Wendy up. He didn't care how his actions might embarrass Lillian.
Lyra was furious, her chest heaving. She struck her cane heavily on the ground twice in anger, saying, "Put Wendy down! You bastard. Don't you believe I'll beat you too?"
Lyra was so enraged that she wanted to raise her cane and strike at Jackson.
"Jackson, watch out!" Wendy exclaimed, raising her hand to protect Jackson's head. But Jackson turned, and Lyra's cane landed on his back. They looked like a pair of lovers, leaning on each other and sympathizing with each other's suffering.
Lyra's blood pressure soared, and she gritted her teeth, wanting to hit him more.
Jackson turned around, took a step forward, and said, "Grandma, if you want to punish me, wait until I send Wendy to the ward. Then, you can vent your anger however you like."
Lyra hadn't expected him to turn around suddenly, almost hitting Jackson on the head with her cane. She did care for him and didn't want to kill him, so she paused and angrily said, "Do You still want to send her to the ward? I think you want to send me to the ward!"
As Lillian saw how furious Lyra was, she worried for her and was about to speak when Jackson's gaze turned to her. Jackson frowned and said in a deep voice, "Did you bring Grandma Lyra here? She's old and shouldn't be overworried. Help her back first." His face was stern, and though his tone wasn't harsh, it was reproachful.
Lillian met his gaze, her breath catching. Jackson actually thought she had complained to Lyra, causing Lyra to come to the hospital to deal with Wendy.
In his eyes, she was probably a cold-blooded, narrow-minded, selfish killer determined to harm Wendy's innocent child.
Lillian no longer wanted to explain, nor did she care to. She didn't care about what Jackson thought.
But Jackson's attitude only fueled Lyra's anger. She raised her cane and struck Jackson's legs twice hard and said, "You bastard. Your wife is Lillian, not that scheming vixen in your arms! How dare you blame Lillian while hugging Wendy in front of her? She would never resort to tricks like Wendy. It was my idea. If you have any complaints, come at me!"
Wendy, belittled by Lyra, clung closer to Jackson, crying softly. " Mrs. Lyra Frane, you hit me instead. Don't scold Jackson. He's just being responsible..."
"Shut up!" Jackson frowned, cutting Wendy off, his eyes full of warning.
Wendy's face turned pale, and she lowered her head in grievance.
When Lillian watched this scene, she didn't feel happy but rather mocked.
Jackson was clear about Wendy's tricks, but he was still willing to hold her and protect her.
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