Chapter 38 Rescue
Lillian turned away, instinctively glancing over her shoulder, and saw a sharp white light about to slash across her face.
"Jackson! Save me!" In a panic, Lillian heard Wendy's scream, so she thought Jackson should have gone to save Wendy.
Feeling desolate, Lillian's body stiffened, her mind blank. She only had time to close her eyes, almost resigned to the impending blade.
But the pain never came. Instead, she felt a strong force pulling her away, and the next moment she fell into a familiar, warm embrace.
The scent of cold pine, like a snowy peak, filled her senses, carrying a soothing power. Lillian couldn't believe it as she lifted her head and met Jackson's deep eyes. For a moment, she saw only her own reflection in them.
"Scared? It's okay now," Jackson said, his large hand caressing her head, his voice low and gentle.
Lillian stared at him in a daze, her heart pounding almost out of her chest, unable to tell if it was because of his tenderness or the recent shock. She raised her hand and tightly wrapped it around Jackson's waist.
Wendy lay in Terry's arms, turning her head to see the scene unfold. Just moments ago, she had lunged at Jackson for help, but he had pushed her away. If it weren't for Terry catching her, who knows how embarrassed she would be right now.
Wendy even suspected that if she hadn't been in the way, Jackson wouldn't have bothered to push her aside.
Seeing Jackson and Lillian embracing, Wendy's eyes filled with jealousy.
She quickly stepped forward. "How could there be such a lunatic in the hospital? Thank goodness Jackson pushed me away! Oh no, Jackson is hurt!"
Startled by the commotion, Lillian finally noticed the gash on Jackson's right arm. His suit jacket and white shirt were torn, blood dripping—a shocking sight.
Wendy grabbed Jackson's arm, tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. If you hadn't pushed me away, Jackson, you wouldn't be hurt."
Lillian pondered, ‘So Jackson ensured Wendy's safety before saving me? This injury is for Wendy?’
"Lillian, are you okay?" Barry asked.
Moments ago, Jackson had shielded Lillian, forcefully kicked the attacker away, and as the man attempted to rise, Barry delivered another kick, pinning the man's hands firmly to the ground.
By now, the security guards had arrived to control the situation, and Barry finally had the chance to ask Lillian with concern.
Lillian shook her head. "I'm fine, Barry. Are you…"
Before she could finish, Jackson's large hand gripped her waist so tightly that his fingers seemed to dig into her soft flesh, making her wince in pain.
The security guard came to escort Barry to handle the aftermath, and Barry apologized to Lillian. "This man's son had late-stage brain cancer and was no longer eligible for surgery. He begged me yesterday to operate on his son, but I had to refuse. His son passed away this morning, and he lost control due to excessive grief. I'm sorry for involving you all. I'll have my colleague take care of Mr. Frane's injury."
Barry called a nurse over and then hurriedly left with the security guard.
"Does it hurt, Jackson?" Wendy was still in tears, blocking the nurse.
Lillian's eyes turned cold as she pulled Wendy away. "He's not dead yet, and your tears aren't helping. If you stop crying, he'll recover faster!"
Jackson looked down at Lillian, a hint of a smile in his eyes. She looked a bit like a protective little cat, somewhat cute.
Wendy staggered back a few steps, staring accusingly at Lillian with teary eyes. "Jackson got hurt for me. Why can't I cry?"
Bothered by her loudness, Jackson glanced at Terry and instructed, "Take Wendy back to the ward."
Terry quickly stepped forward, draping a shawl over Wendy. "Miss Sivan, please."
Wendy didn't want to leave; she didn't want to leave Lillian and Jackson alone. She looked pained, supporting her lower abdomen, her face slightly pale.
Wendy said, "Jackson."
Before she could say more, Jackson interjected, "Go rest. I'll come see you later."
Wendy's eyes lit up, and without further ado, she obediently nodded and turned to Lillian. "Lillian, please make sure the nurse bandages him properly." She glanced worriedly at Lillian before turning to leave.
Lillian led Jackson to sit on a bench, gesturing for the head nurse to come forward.
She pressed her lips and said, ‘Such a perfect match.’
With his arm raised, Jackson cooperated with the nurse to cut open his sleeve.
Jackson looked at her, his eyes deep, and smiled. "Are you jealous?"
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