Chapter 284 Intensive Care Unit
As Lillian descended the stairs, Cynthia greeted her with a smile. "Mrs. Frane, you must be hungry. Mr. Frane hasn't returned yet. Would you like to have some dessert first?"
Having been confined, Lillian spent her days eating and sleeping. She felt as though Jackson intended to keep her like a pet.
She didn't feel hungry, so she shook her head and asked, "Did Jackson say when he would be back?"
After a day of processing her emotions, Lillian had calmed down considerably.
She wanted to have a proper conversation with Jackson when he returned.
Cynthia shook her head. "Mr. Frane didn't call. How about I get you the phone, so you can call him? I'm sure he would be delighted."
As Cynthia reached for the phone, Lillian quickly waved her hand.
"No need. I'm not waiting for him. He'll come back when he wants to."
She had no intention of calling to urge him.
Lillian thought back to the past when she would personally prepare dinner and wait for Jackson to come home, often calling him to urge him to return.
Her frequent calls went unanswered, so she had to call Terry many times.
The response was always the same: Jackson was busy and couldn't come home.
Lillian sat on the living room sofa and turned on the TV out of boredom.
The twilight was gradually swallowed by darkness, and the garden lights outside began to illuminate one by one.
There was still no sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
Lillian felt hungry. She stood up and instructed Cynthia to prepare some food.
Cynthia hesitated and asked, "Mrs. Frane, why don't you wait a bit longer for Mr. Frane, or I can call to check?"
Lillian's gaze turned cold as she walked toward the dining room and asked, "If he doesn't come back, does that mean I can't eat?"
"No, it's just that Mr. Frane said he would return, so he definitely will," Cynthia quickly explained, waving her hands.
But Lillian's expression grew even colder. Cynthia seemed to understand that Lillian had been deceived once again.
She said no more and silently turned to instruct the servants to prepare dinner.
Jackson did not return, but Lillian's appetite was unaffected, and she ate a lot.
After dinner, Lillian took a walk in the garden with the servants, then changed into her dance attire and spent an hour practicing basic moves in the dance studio.
She then returned to her room, washed up, and went to bed.
The next morning, Lillian woke up and instinctively reached for the spot beside her.
It was cold and empty.
How laughable. Jackson had promised to come back, to make amends, to fulfill his duties as a husband, yet he had locked her up here and hadn't returned all night.
Even more laughable was her inability to find peace in her heart.
No matter how calm and indifferent she appeared, her heart still ached with disappointment and pain as she touched the cold space.
Lillian lay in bed, slowly retracting her hand, curling up, and closing her eyes again.
She couldn't help but wonder if Jackson had gone to be with Wendy again.
At that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed outside.
They were hurried. Clearly, the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor and the footsteps quickly approached the bedroom door.
The door was pushed open, and Lillian's heart surged with anger.
She snapped, "I cursed you in my dreams last night, saying you wouldn't come back today. How dare you return? Did you confiscate my phone because you were afraid the crematorium would call to inform me about you?"
After speaking, she didn't hear Jackson's response. She grabbed a pillow and threw it towards the door without looking.
"Mrs. Frane, it's me," Terry said. The pillow hit him, not Jackson.
He stood at the door, stunned for a moment.
Lillian had just been cursing Jackson.
However, something serious had indeed happened to Jackson. He had been admitted to the intensive care unit.
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