Chapter 39 The Provocation of the Sivan Family
Jackson's wound was about four inches long, with the flesh turned out and blood gushing.
Lillian felt like her heart was being twisted. Worried that the nurse's hands might tremble and cause Jackson more pain, she quickly reminded the nurse. The senior nurse, however, was skilled and efficient. After stitching up the wound and applying medication, she took the gauze from her colleague and smiled at Jackson. "You're lucky to have a girlfriend who cares so much about you."
Jackson's thumb brushed against Lillian's ear, pinching her rosy earlobe. "She's my wife."
The senior nurse looked a bit surprised, as Lillian seemed very young.
After bandaging Jackson, she stood up straight and said, "You better take good care of her. She's chosen to be with you at such a young age."
Jackson rubbed Lillian's head and said, "Stop fooling around and head back to the Peace Mansion early."
Lillian looked at Jackson's bandaged arm, the torn suit jacket draped over his shoulders, the evening light highlighting his broad shoulders and handsome, noble appearance. He was irresistible.
Her hand quietly touched her abdomen, and she wondered, ‘Even for the sake of the baby, should I give it another try?’
With her fingertips pinching her palm, Lillian asked cautiously, "What about Wendy?"
Thinking Lillian was asking if he would go see Wendy, Jackson, recalling Wendy's gesture of holding her stomach when she left, said, "I'll go check on her. You go back first, and I'll be there in a while."
In an instant, Lillian's heart turned cold. The warmth she felt just moments ago vanished because of his words.
Lillian left the hospital and went to the Miracalia Theater alone. Although she didn't graduate to work in a dance troupe, her university professor, Professor Long, who was the honorary consultant of the theater's dance troupe, valued her talent and allowed her to use the stage during idle times.
Lillian occasionally came here to practice dancing and record dance videos on the stage.
She connected her music device and stood barefoot in the light, the melancholic violin music echoing. Using her right foot as the axis, her delicate body swayed and spun, her movements becoming more and more free and flexible.
Jackson had no idea how much pressure Lillian had endured in these four years—external remarks, slander, and insults, alongside the disdain from the Frane family and their biting sarcasm. Her dream of dancing was interrupted, and Max had an accident.
Lillian, in her twenties, couldn't bear such weight and even suffered from mild depression, leading to severe insomnia.
This piece of music was inspired by her near-fatal overdose on sleeping pills. Awakening to the sound of birds chirping at dawn, she thought of Jackson from her dreams, and this moment of inspiration led to its creation.
Lillian danced with abandon, her face covered in sweat and tears, indistinguishable.
Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly, and the lights came on. Lillian's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, breathing heavily as she looked up.
A figure stood at the side door of the stage, looking at Lillian with a complex gaze. It was Wendy's mother, Grace.
Grace nodded at her, walked over, picked up a towel placed on the front row seat, and handed it to Lillian. "Lillian, I want to talk to you."
Lillian turned her head, guessing the purpose of her visit. She nodded and said, "I'll go change and come back."
Lillian quickly took a shower, changed her clothes, and returned to the venue.
Grace was still standing in front of the stage, and Lillian walked over.
Without turning her head, Grace looked at the stage and said, "When you were five, you won your first dance competition gold medal on this stage. You were so young back then, but your performance was stable and stunning, making me proud of you."
Lillian knew that Grace's words were not about continuing their long-lost mother-daughter relationship. She asked, "Do you have something to discuss with me?"
"Lillian, you are a born dancer. The Frane family will only confine your steps and soul, and Jackson doesn't truly love you. I hope you can continue to shine on the stage and further your career." Grace took out a check from her bag and continued, "This is five million dollars, enough for you to study abroad without any concerns. Leave Miracalia."
Looking at the check handed to her, Lillian felt humiliated rather than moved. She knew that Grace's advice was to clear the way for Wendy.
Lillian raised her eyes. "Wendy is pregnant out of wedlock. Instead of worrying about my future, you should educate her more."
Grace's face turned cold, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her expression. "Lillian, it's useless to invest emotionally in relationships. Wendy's pregnancy also requires a man's willingness! Four years ago, the Sivan family and the Frane family were discussing marriage, and Jackson had already agreed. If it weren't for your interference, Wendy's child would have been born under their expectations!"
Grace sighed. "Lillian, consider it as repaying me and York for six years of nurturing. I beg you to fulfill Wendy." Her face was full of love for Wendy, thinking deeply about her future, but callously hurting Lillian.
‘Fulfill Wendy, but who will fulfill me?’ Lillian thought.
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