Chapter 442
Lillian was totally confused.
What did Jackson just say?
He said he loved her. How could that be?
Lillian thought the saddest thing was finally hearing the words you longed for, but feeling nothing but doubt and bitterness.
She no longer had the patience to wait for him, so his words didn't move her.
Lillian lowered her head and gently removed Jackson's arms from her waist.
"Stop joking. If your love means hurting and disappointing me, then it's worthless," she mocked.
With that, Lillian walked away without looking back.
Jackson didn't stop her.
His jaw tightened, and his handsome face turned cold, hiding his inner turmoil.
He watched her walk away, his eyes growing darker and more silent.
So this was what it felt like to muster the courage to express love, only to be doubted.
So this was what it felt like to be disbelieved by the one you love, suffocating.
When Lillian arrived at State Court, the gloomy sky finally started to snow.
Maybe because of the weather, the entrance was very quiet.
Lillian asked Gemma to bring her documents, and Gemma had already arrived with a thick coat for her.
When Lillian came over, Gemma quickly took the coat from the servant and draped it over Lillian, then wrapped a scarf around her.
"Sorry for the trouble, Mrs. Gemma Frane. I'm really sorry about the injury on your face; it was all my fault."
The handprint on Gemma's face was still there, and Lillian felt very apologetic.
Gemma patted her. "It wasn't you who hit me; you don't need to apologize. Besides, if Kevin hadn't protected me impulsively, Ms. James wouldn't have fallen to save Mrs. Daisy Frane and Wendy. Lillian, it's not your fault."
Lillian's throat tightened, and she nodded. "I'll go now."
"Go ahead."
Lillian turned and looked at the Maybach parked nearby.
Jackson's car had been following her since she left the hospital.
But until now, Jackson hadn't gotten out.
Lillian wasn't sure if Jackson was waiting for someone to bring him the documents.
The car window was closed, so she couldn't see him inside. Seeing no movement, Lillian had no choice but to walk over.
She knocked on the rear window twice, and Jackson slowly rolled it down, his side profile as noble and elegant as ever.
The image of him trying to win her back in the hospital corridor was now completely wiped clean.
Lillian thought this was his true nature, a fake love, completely hypocritical.
She stood outside the car, through the wind and snow, looking at him. "Mr. Frane, are all the documents ready?"
Jackson gazed at her but answered irrelevantly. "The year you came to the Frane family, it was snowing like this, very much like now."
Lillian frowned, feeling impatient with his words.
She just wanted to get the divorce over with and return to the hospital to be with Shirley. "Mr. Frane, given our current relationship, it's not appropriate to reminisce the past. Please hurry up."
Jackson's face instantly darkened, his eyes turning cold as he stared at Lillian.
His thin lips parted, and he said coldly, "Lillian, that year, you were covered in wounds, looking up at me, clutching my pant leg, begging me to take you home. I brought you back, and you became mine!
"Today, don't even think about leaving just like that. I am not your refuge where you can come and go as you please!"
Lillian froze, staring at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
Jackson's thin lips curled up. "I will never let you go!"
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