Chapter 380 Irritation
Lillian was physically and mentally exhausted and didn't want to say anything more.
She just nodded and said hoarsely, "I know. Thank you for standing up for Taylor and me."
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was gripped tightly by Jackson, the force so strong that Lillian cried out in surprise.
She looked up, frowned, and glared at Jackson, asking, "What are you doing? You're hurting me!"
Her eyes were filled with tears.
As Jackson saw that, his expression was grim, but he slightly loosened his grip and said coldly, "Lillian, do you have to talk to me like this?"
Lillian was annoyed and forcefully pulled her hand back, shouting, "What's wrong with the way I talk? I'm really thanking you. If my way of showing appreciation is wrong, so what? If you think my words don't please you, go find someone else, Wendy or Star."
"Enough! I'm talking about your issues. Why are you bringing them into this?" Jackson's face darkened as he interrupted Lillian.
Lillian looked at his barely contained anger and found it utterly ridiculous.
How could she not notice that he lost control because she mentioned Star?
Lillian used to be very afraid of Jackson's anger. Whenever he got angry, she would be very obedient. But now, she didn't care anymore.
Lillian sneered. "My issues? I don't think I have any issues. Even if I do, we're getting divorced, so it's none of your business."
Jackson looked at her stubborn face and tough demeanor, veins bulging on his forehead.
He worried that if he continued arguing with her, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from severely punishing her in bed.
Considering her current physical condition, he couldn't do that.
A fire seemed to burn in Jackson's chest. He nodded and said in a hoarse, cold voice, "Fine, I won't care!"
Jackson got up from the bed and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
The sound of the door slamming echoed in the quiet room.
Lillian's heart beat violently, making it hard for her to calm down.
Tears kept rolling down her cheeks as she collapsed weakly back onto the bed.
When Terry walked in with the new maid, the living room smelled of smoke.
Jackson stood alone by the window, his figure lonely and cold. The ashtray on the side table was already filled with several cigarette butts.
"Mr. Frane, this is the new maid, Evelyn. She's definitely reliable," Terry said.
Jackson's gaze swept over Evelyn, and he nodded, instructing, "Go upstairs and take good care of Lillian. Be careful about what she needs and wants to eat."
Evelyn quickly responded and went upstairs, but she came back down shortly after.
Jackson was still standing in the same spot and immediately looked over.
Although Jackson didn't ask, Evelyn, with keen insight, immediately reported, "Mr. Frane, Mrs. Frane is indeed hungry and asked me to bring some food up for her."
Jackson rested assured, thinking, 'It's a good sign that Lillian is willing to eat.'
He waved his hand and ordered, "Then go quickly."
Evelyn nodded, hesitated for a moment, and added, "Mrs. Frane looks like she's been crying. Her eyes are red."
After saying that, she quickly went into the kitchen.
Jackson frowned deeply, accidentally putting out the cigarette butt between his fingers.
He couldn't help but worry and went upstairs, pushing open the bedroom door.
To his surprise, he saw Lillian getting out of bed. Her legs were seemingly weak, and she was about to fall to the ground.
Jackson was shocked and quickly stepped forward to catch the falling Lillian.
"Thank you," Lillian said in a frightened tone. She hadn't expected to be so weak all of a sudden.
"Why are you getting out of bed? Besides saying thank you, can you say anything else?" Jackson's displeased voice came from above her head, and Lillian looked back at him in slight astonishment.
She thought he had already left and assumed it was Evelyn who had come in again.
Seeing Jackson return, she felt complicated and tried to speak.
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