Chapter 443
Lillian gasped, clenched her fist, and swung at Jackson's annoyingly handsome face.
He caught her wrist mid-air.
Jackson twisted her arm, forcing her to bend over, with half her body pressed against the car.
Her eyes blazed with anger as he gripped her chin.
"Lillian, don't forget, Max is still in the hospital. If we divorce, I won't have to take care of him or pay for his treatment," Jackson threatened.
She never thought he'd use Max to threaten her now.
Max had been improving with the new treatment. Jackson knew she wouldn't give up now.
Lillian retorted in anger, "I can pay for his treatment."
"Lillian, do you think I need your money? I'm not giving you a choice! Get in the car and come back with me!" Jackson yelled.
"You're despicable and shameless!" Lillian yelled, refusing him.
She bit Jackson's finger hard, tasting blood, but he didn't flinch.
Jackson sneered, "I've always been ruthless; I just never used it on you before! If you don't want Max to lose his last hope, get in the car!"
Lillian pushed him away and stepped back.
She wiped the blood from her mouth. "Jackson, if Max knew you were using him to threaten me, he wouldn't want me to give in!"
She was determined to get a divorce today.
As for Max, she'd ask Lyra for help. She believed Lyra wouldn't ignore her request.
Jackson didn't expect her to choose divorce over Max's treatment. His eyes turned red, and his knuckles cracked.
Lillian, hands trembling, dialed a number.
It was Thea, her agent from when she sold her song rights.
"Thea, did you know Mr. Frane from Star Group is getting married today?" Lillian asked.
"Yeah, but it's low-key. No media, and we don't know the bride. Why? Got news?" Thea replied.
Despite the wedding chaos, there was no news online.
Jackson's power was impressive.
"I'm the bride. Jackson and I have been married for over two years. The wedding didn't happen, and we're getting a divorce. This is big news. If any media want this headline, tell them to come quickly."
She hung up, ignoring Thea's shock.
Jackson, in the car, heard everything. His face darkened.
He finally dropped his composed act, got out, and approached her.
"Lillian, how dare you!" he yelled.
"Mr. Frane, I'm not sure what I'll tell the media later. If you want the Star Group's stock to plummet and Miss Price and Ms. Sivan labeled mistresses, go on, keep pestering me," Lillian threatened.
Threats weren't his exclusive tactic.
Jackson saw her resolute expression and felt a pang of pain.
"Don't forget, there's nothing I want that I can't get! Do you think I'll let you meet the media?" he asked sinisterly.
He pressed his palm against the back of her neck.
Lillian stiffened, her eyes turning red.
"Jackson, don't make me hate you!" she said through gritted teeth.
He leaned in and whispered, "Then hate me. From love to hate, at least it proves you loved me! Between us, there's no becoming strangers!"
Her pupils trembled.
She felt pain at the back of her neck. Jackson squeezed, and she went limp, falling backward.
Before losing consciousness, she saw snow falling and Jackson's eyes burning like fire.
Fourteen years ago, he was her savior.
Now, he seemed like the demon imprisoning her.
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