Chapter 374 Insult
Jackson's voice was laden with suppressed emotion, which Lillian couldn't and didn't want to discern. She gradually quieted down.
"Be a good girl. Let's talk." Seeing her calm down, Jackson sighed in relief and bent down to kiss Lillian's temple.
But as his lips touched her, Lillian involuntarily stiffened.
A shadow flickered in Jackson's face, and the neon lights outside the window split his stern profile in half, giving him a mysterious and eerie look.
Lillian shivered slightly and finally said, "Alright. Go ahead. I'm listening."
She was still full of resistance, looking as if she had no choice but to comply. Seeing this, Jackson felt utterly powerless.
His Adam's apple bobbed. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed Lillian's chin, and questioned in a cold and angry tone, "Before that, shouldn't you explain to me what you mean by the child not being mine?"
Lillian was utterly enraged by his questioning attitude. Her cold eyes suddenly became bloodshot as she said, "What to explain? Taylor was not..."
This time, her resolute words were entirely silenced by Jackson's sudden kiss.
Jackson held her tightly, breaking through her lips with his usual authoritative and unyielding manner.
Jackson felt Lillian drifting further away from him step by step. He wanted her to trust and rely on him as she used to, but his efforts always seemed to backfire.
He desperately wanted to prove something through this intimate act, but the deeper the kiss, the more he realized she was unresponsive in his arms.
She neither struggled nor responded to him, like a soulless doll at his mercy.
Jackson's anger surged, and he raised his hand, his large palm threading through Lillian's hair, his thumb repeatedly stroking the sensitive spot behind her ear.
His other hand lifted her shirt, exploring from behind.
Lillian didn't even know when he had become so familiar with her body.
She couldn't resist his gentle flirting, bit by bit, until her body finally responded.
When Jackson's large hand slid from her side to her belly, overlapping with her hand covering her belly and caressing the baby, Lillian couldn't hold back her tears any longer and sobbed softly.
Jackson withdrew from her lips, gently rubbing her nose, and said, "Take back what you said in anger!"
He knew she was angry and didn't doubt her, yet he still forced her to retract her words.
Lillian felt both angry and wronged, so she bit her lip and refused to speak.
Jackson's large hand began to move to other parts, and Lillian finally cried out to him. "I wasn't wrong. Taylor has nothing to do with you. She's mine alone!"
Jackson's sullen expression softened slightly, his palm pressing against Lillian's lower abdomen, and he said softly, "So that's what you meant, but how could you have a child on your own? Do you have that ability?"
Lillian bit her lip, turned her head away, and said coldly, "The amniotic fluid was drawn, and you can test the DNA as you like. Whose do you want to test? Barry's or..."
Before she could finish, Jackson suddenly grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him again.
Lillian couldn't make a sound, and Jackson lowered his eyes to stare at her, warning, "Stop deliberately trying to anger me!"
Lillian's eyes welled up with tears, and her face was pale.
Jackson felt a pang of pain in his heart, released her, and said in a deep voice, "I never doubted you. The drawn amniotic fluid has been thrown. No one will do a paternity test, let alone a blood type test."
Lillian stared at him in a daze upon hearing this.
She was somewhat surprised. Today's event had caused her more psychological harm than physical.
Doing a paternity test was an insult to her.
Doing a blood type test would make her feel like Taylor was just a blood bag, making her feel guilty for bringing Taylor into the world in such an unbearable way.
However, Jackson said the amniotic fluid that had been drawn was thrown away.
A trace of sorrow and comfort surged in Lillian's heart, and her previously stiff body slowly softened.
Jackson was actually the one who understood Lillian the most, always knowing what she cared about and what she wanted.
He could always reach her weak spots and hit her where it hurt.
If he wanted to be good to her, he could make her lose herself, hoping she would dig out her own heart to prove her loyalty to him.
But he wouldn't, always finding ways to torment her.
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