Chapter 36 You're Still So Annoying
"I've got this covered!" Wendy's eyes were icy as she glared at Williams from the Frane Group. "Williams, Mr. Frane put you in charge of this. I don't care how you do it, just get it done. If you mess up and get fired, don't come crying to me."
"Miss Sivan, don't worry. I'll find Light and have a serious talk with her," Williams replied.
Lillian struggled to find a job for two more days. It was clear Jackson was trying to force her to come back by making it tough for her.
Realizing traditional agencies weren't going to help, Lillian asked Shirley to keep an eye out for other part-time gigs.
Shirley was a social butterfly and knew a lot of people. In just a few days, she found three part-time jobs for Lillian.
Lillian had been swamped with her part-time jobs for days and hadn't visited the hospital. Today, she brought two meals with her. She first delivered one to Jeffrey and then headed upstairs with the other. She had promised Barry she'd cook for him, so she used the opportunity to prepare a lunchbox for him.
As she approached the elevator, Lillian saw the doors open, and out walked Jackson and Wendy, side by side.
Not wanting to run into them, Lillian quickly turned and slipped into the nearby emergency exit.
"Oh!" Wendy exclaimed, leaning to one side.
Jackson reached out just in time to steady her. "Be careful."
"These shoes seem a bit slippery," Wendy said.
"I'll have another pair sent over," Jackson replied.
"Jackson, you don't have to be so careful. I'm not made of glass," Wendy said.
Lillian leaned against the wall, her nails scratching marks into it. Jackson actually cared so much about the child Wendy was carrying.
Jackson entered Jeffrey's ward first, with Wendy following behind. She glanced at the emergency exit, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
After a while, Lillian finally emerged. She went upstairs, but Barry was still in the operating room, so she headed to Max's ward first. She took over from the caregiver and started massaging Max's legs.
Max had been in a coma for a month, his muscles had atrophied, and he had become very thin. As Lillian massaged his legs, she remembered the last time she saw him before the accident.
Max had been so happy, telling her he had taken on a big financial case and would be able to buy a two-bedroom apartment once it was over.
"When that happens, we'll have our own home. If you're not happy with the Frane family, you can come back home, and I'll take care of you for the rest of your life," Max had said, patting her head with a warm smile on his handsome face.
But before the case ended, Max had his accident.
Lillian wiped his face with a towel. "Are you pretending to be in a coma just so you don't have to buy me a house? My material desires are growing every year. If you don't wake up soon, I won't settle for a two-bedroom apartment; I'll need at least a four-bedroom flat!"
"Flats are cheap. Why not buy a lakeside mansion?"
Laughter filled the room, and Lillian turned to see Barry. She smiled shyly. "Barry, haven't eaten yet? I brought some food."
"The air is nice today. How about we go to the garden downstairs?" Barry suggested, picking up the lunchbox.
The hospital garden was lush with green grass, and the evening breeze carried a warm end-of-summer feeling and a hint of earthy fragrance.
Barry was polite, but he seemed to really enjoy the food.
Lillian sat on the bench, planning to ask Barry about taking Max abroad for treatment, when suddenly an annoyed voice came from behind. "Lillian?"
Lillian turned and saw Wendy in a patient gown. Standing next to her was Jackson, tall and imposing, with Terry holding a lady's cashmere shawl behind him.
Jackson was as cold as ever. Wendy's eyes lingered meaningfully on Lillian and Barry.
"Lillian, you're still so likable. Your friends are all so outstanding. And who is this?" Wendy asked.
Lillian's face turned cold. "You're still so annoying."
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