Chapter 29 The Child Belonged to Jackson
Jackson froze. In that moment, he realized that burning the divorce papers didn't change Lillian's mind. She was set on leaving him.
The desire in Jackson's eyes vanished as he gripped Lillian's face harshly.
"If not me, then who?" he demanded.
Lillian's eyes reddened as she stared back. "I just don't want you!" Her voice wavered, tears threatening to fall. She used to wait for him every night, only to be left alone in an empty room.
"We're not getting a divorce, Lillian! Stop dreaming!" Jackson roared.
Lillian's breath caught. After a moment, she whispered, "But I miss you as my brother." She longed for the Jackson who used to be gentle, who treated her like she was precious. She wanted that version of him back. She feared that if they continued like this, they'd become strangers, losing the warmth they once had.
From ages eight to ten, they were inseparable. But as they grew older, their sibling bond began to drift. Jackson went abroad to study, widening the gap between them. His world became more vibrant and exciting, while she struggled to keep up, always feeling left behind. Everything changed on her eighteenth birthday.
Jackson pulled Lillian into his arms again. Her small face pressed against his broad chest, and this time, she didn't resist. She was gentle and compliant, like the crying little girl he remembered.
"Be good; we're not getting a divorce, okay?"
Her tears soaked Jackson's chest, but she stayed silent. She had no fight left in her tonight.
Jackson's phone vibrated on the bedside table. He shifted slightly, and Lillian immediately clung to his waist.
Jackson gently stroked her hair. "Go to sleep."
Lillian closed her eyes, her breathing slowly evening out.
Jackson carefully moved her arm away and got out of bed quietly.
Carrying his phone, Jackson went into the dressing room. Soon, he was dressed neatly and quietly left the room.
In bed, Lillian opened her eyes and stared into the void. She had caught a glimpse of the message on his phone—it was from Wendy's manager, Rose Lee.
She didn't try to stop Jackson, knowing it was pointless. It was her beloved man's romantic pursuit of another woman. Lillian felt a deep sense of injustice. Why was she so miserable while Jackson enjoyed his time with his lover?
Lillian opened her phone, searched for information on infertility, and left a message with Jackson's phone number for a consultation. Then, she curled up on the sofa with a blanket and tried to sleep.
The next morning, Lillian was on her way to the hospital to visit Jeffrey. As soon as she entered the building, she unexpectedly ran into Wendy.
Wendy was with Rose. By chance, Rose's bag slipped off her shoulder, and a test report fluttered to Lillian's feet.
Lillian bent down and saw the prenatal report. She couldn't help but pick it up, staring at the name on it.
The report indicated that Wendy was about six weeks pregnant. It matched perfectly with Jackson's business trip six weeks ago.
Wendy quickly stepped forward and snatched the report back.
Lillian stared at her, her mind blank, her lips trembling. "Is the child Jackson's?" she asked hoarsely.
Wendy handed the report to Rose, her face glowing with the tenderness of a new mother.
"Jackson really likes this child," Wendy said softly.
Lillian felt like her throat was blocked, her face turning pale.
"But don't worry," Wendy continued. "I won't use this baby to force Jackson to marry me. I know he's a responsible man. I'm not greedy. I just need his love and the baby."
Wendy's left hand casually brushed over the Frane family's heirloom jade bracelet on her right wrist.
Lillian felt like a sharp blade had cut through her heart, the pain making it impossible to maintain her composure.
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