Chapter 437
Martin frowned. "Lillian embarrassed you in front of everyone, and you still won't divorce her? Are you crazy?"
Lyra shot back, "That diary can't be real! If Lillian liked Kevin, she wouldn't have turned down his proposal in front of me back then!"
Jackson's hand clenched, shifting from disbelief to realization.
"She rejected the proposal?" he asked, voice hoarse.
"Yeah, when Lillian was sixteen. Gemma wanted Kevin and Lillian to study abroad together, but they both refused right in front of me and Gemma!"
Jackson felt a lump in his throat. "Was it that Christmas?"
Lyra thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, Gemma visits me every Christmas."
Jackson closed his eyes, feeling a burning pain. He remembered that Christmas; he was busy with work and didn't get back to the Frane house until days later.
When he walked in, he saw elders chatting with Lillian and an aunt teasing her, "You're so sweet and well-mannered; no wonder Gemma wants you as her daughter-in-law. What do you think, Lillian?"
"I'm still young; I'll listen to Grandma in the future," Lillian said shyly, glancing at Kevin, who was playing games on the sofa.
Kevin winked at her, making her blush and glare playfully. They looked like a young couple.
Lyra had always tried to match Lillian and Kevin, which Jackson knew. Lillian said she'd listen to Lyra, but Jackson just found out she had already refused before saying that.
The one she liked, the one she loved, was never Kevin—it was him.
Jackson's mind flashed with memories of Lillian's eyes over the years—admiring, joyful, bright, expectant, bitter, and painful.
He felt a surge of overwhelming emotions. The veins on his clenched hand bulged, but his face stayed calm.
"Jackson, did you hear me?" Martin called out, about to apologize to the guests. But Jackson abruptly turned and walked away without a word.
Outside the hospital operating room, the light had been on for over half an hour. However, to Lillian, it felt like an eternity.
She was still in her thin, blood-stained wedding dress, her hands trembling slightly.
Worry, fear, and regret filled her heart. Kevin stood by her, unable to comfort her, just hoping the surgery would end soon.
When Jackson's urgent footsteps echoed, Kevin stood up. Lillian didn't even lift her head until she saw a pair of shiny leather shoes and straight suit pants in front of her.
Jackson stood there, motionless. Lillian slowly lifted her head but didn't look at him, coldly saying, "You're blocking my view. You're not welcome here; please leave."
But Jackson squatted down in front of her, their eyes meeting. His deep eyes were filled with an intense emotion she had never seen before.
"I've called the best brain specialist; they'll be here soon. I promise Shirley will be fine," Jackson said.
Lillian found his words laughable. "Do you think you're a doctor or a god? What gives you the right to promise she will be fine? You might want to offer warmth, but you've chosen the wrong place. I don't need it, and I wouldn't dare trouble you!"
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