Chapter 40 He Prepared a Gift for Her
Lillian choked up, and Grace placed the check on the chair before quickly walking away.
Grace stepped out of the building as evening fell. The Sivans' car was parked under a nearby tree. Just as she was about to take a step, a voice called out from above, "Mrs. Sivan."
Grace looked up to see Lillian's delicate face at the second-floor window, her fair hand slightly raised. "I can't accept your kindness. Please take it back."
The check fluttered down to Grace's feet, and the window closed.
Grace's face turned ashen, her heart a tumult of shame and anger, tinged with an indescribable melancholy.
Wendy couldn't wait in the car and rushed over, pushing the car door open. "Mom, how did it go? Did Lillian agree?"
Grace silently shook her head.
After taking a shower, Lillian received a call from Terry, sounding urgent. "Mrs. Frane, Mr. Frane's wound seems to be infected, and he has a fever. I can't leave my assignment. Can you quickly return to the Peace Mansion to check on him?"
Lillian asked, "What about Tina?"
"No one answered the home phone, and Mr. Frane might have fainted from the fever," Terry replied.
Feeling worried, Lillian hurriedly changed her clothes and rushed to the Peace Mansion. As she entered the foyer, the entire mansion was pitch black, devoid of any signs of life, as if no one had ever lived there.
Jackson was lying weakly in the bedroom, and Lillian found him in a feeble state.
As soon as Lillian placed her hand on Jackson’s forehead, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, his palm burning hot. Indeed, he had a fever.
Unexpectedly, Jackson forcefully pulled her towards him. Losing her balance, Lillian fell onto Jackson, with her lower back firmly held by him.
"So, you decided to come back!" Jackson's voice was filled with anger, but Lillian sensed a hint of grievance.
"Lie down. I'll get you an ice pack for your fever." Lillian tried to get up, but Jackson held her wrist, afraid she would leave again.
With his forehead against the back of her neck and his arm around her waist, Jackson said softly, "No need. You're colder than anyone else; you have a natural cooling effect. Just stay like this for a while."
They lay quietly, time stretching into a long, tranquil moment.
She asked softly, "You took the blow for me, didn't you?"
She held her breath, and after a while, Jackson's arrogant snort came from behind her. "Yeah."
Feeling relieved, Lillian couldn't help but smile. It was chaotic at the time, and she didn't expect that even Wendy would lie in front of Jackson.
"But you spent Wendy's birthday with her and gave her all sorts of gifts..."
"What did I give her? Didn't I stay home with you that day? You're young, but your memory is poor. You don't even remember where the gifts are?" Jackson said.
Lillian was stunned, then remembered something. She struggled to get up to verify.
Jackson's arm tightened, holding her close as if wanting to meld her into his chest.
"Don't move. The gift is there, and it will still be there later. Stay with me for a while. It's uncomfortable..." Jackson said softly.
Lillian's eyes inexplicably moistened, realizing that he had also prepared a gift for her.
Choking up, she adjusted herself after a moment and said, "I know you don't love me and our marriage was forced, so I endured your neglect for these two years. Marriage can end, but you shouldn't hurt me further by cheating in this broken marriage, making me a laughingstock!"
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