Chapter 42 A Cold Retribution
Lilian's lips curled into a frosty smile as she approached, her hand raised in preparation for the impending blow.
"Ah!"
The broom came down on Wendy's arm with a harsh thud, eliciting a sharp cry from her as the items she held clattered to the floor.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The broom continued its relentless assault, driving Wendy to dart around the room in an attempt to escape the pain. She hadn't anticipated Lilian's sudden attack. The stinging sensation spread across her hands, back, shoulders, and legs, each strike causing her body to swell. Protecting her face with her arms, she cried out in fury, "Lilian, have you lost your mind? Stop this! Who do you think you are to hit me?"
Lilian's sneer was chilling. "Why aren't you calling me sister anymore? When there's garbage in the house, don't you clean it up to get rid of the smell? Your stench can be detected from ten miles away."
With a couple of swift, forceful swings, Lilian landed two more blows. Wendy could endure no more and fled from the changing room, clutching her head in pain.
Lilian's chest heaved as she surveyed the items Wendy had touched. The thought of them made her stomach churn. She hastily gathered everything Wendy had touched from a drawer and tossed it into the trash. As she emerged from the changing room, Wendy was still present, standing by the bed, attempting to assist Jackson.
"Jackson, you're sweating profusely. You'll catch a cold like this. Let me remove your sweaty clothes for you," Wendy offered.
Lilian's voice was icy as she responded, "Keep your filthy hands off him!"
As she advanced towards them, Wendy recoiled in fear, releasing her hold on Jackson. However, the man on the bed, still groggy from sleep, reached out and grasped her hand.
"Don't go," he croaked, causing Lilian's steps to falter.
Her vision blurred as Wendy's surprised face turned to her. "Jackson, you're awake?"
Wendy bent down, not forgetting to cast a provocative glance at Lilian. This was their bedroom, their home, their sanctuary. How could Lilian bear it?
She lunged forward, shoving Wendy aside, her hand itching to slap Jackson. Her voice trembled as she demanded, "Jackson, do you even recognize who she is? You're holding her hand!"
Jackson had been restless due to the sleeping pills he'd taken. He had found comfort in Lilian's embrace, and, in his drowsy state, had instinctively reached out for her.
Now, as he took in Lilian's pale face and tear-filled eyes, he began to regain his senses. His brow furrowed in confusion, still not fully comprehending the situation.
On the sofa, Wendy crumpled to the floor, clutching her stomach. "Ah! My stomach, the baby... Jackson, Sister accidentally pushed me and hit my stomach. It hurts so much!"
Jackson's expression shifted, and he quickly rose from the bed to assist Wendy onto the sofa. Wendy's face was ashen, beads of cold sweat dotting her forehead. She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a stomach marred with red welts and bruises, looking up at Jackson with tear-filled eyes.
"Sister hit my stomach with a broom several times, Jackson. Will the baby be okay? I'm scared..."
Jackson's expression hardened as he turned to glare at Lilian, his voice seething with anger. "Who gave you the right to lay a hand on her? Lilian, why are you behaving so disgracefully!"
The audacity of it all was laughable. His mistress had the nerve to invade their home and provoke her, and yet she wasn't allowed to express her anger?
"I might be disgraceful, but I'm not as despicable and shameless as you! You invited her here, so why did you summon me too? To humiliate me? Do I have to watch you two have sex and close the door for you to consider it elegant and proper?"
"Enough! What nonsense are you spouting!"
Jackson's face darkened, his temples throbbing with tension.
Did she truly believe he was the type of man to casually bring women into their home?
To Lilian, Jackson's reaction seemed like a defense of Wendy, even in his anger. Wendy could behave in such a manner, but Lilian wasn't allowed to express her displeasure. Her heart turned to ice.
"Jackson, don't be angry. It's my fault for coming here and causing my sister to misunderstand..."
Wendy clutched her stomach with one hand, attempting to rise while gripping Jackson's arm with the other.
The sight of their physical contact was a dagger to Lilian's heart. She couldn't bear another moment.
"Fine, I'll leave you two alone!"
She spun on her heel and stormed off, tears welling up in her eyes.
The sight of her tears felt like a punch to Jackson's heart, and his feverish, confused mind suddenly cleared, replaced by a sense of panic.
He took a step forward, intending to chase after her, but Wendy's sudden grip on his arm halted him.
"It hurts, Jackson..."
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