Chapter 458 No Light
Outside the hospital room, Dominic and Star stood talking.
Dominic said, "Jackson, Susan's recovering. She begged me to save this child. The doctor said the child has congenital defects but can survive. The Price family will do everything to treat him."
Jackson frowned, silent. Star handed him a medical report, looking sad.
"Jackson, this is my health report. Years of abuse have severely damaged my body. I might never be able to have children. This child could be the Price family's only bloodline. Please."
Jackson clutched the report, his brows furrowing deeply.
A dull ache throbbed at his temples as he looked down, a trace of exhaustion and irritation flashing in his eyes.
Jackson returned to the Peace Mansion late at night. He opened the bedroom door. In the dark room, Lillian lay asleep on the big bed.
Jackson paused at the door, reflecting on how, no matter how late he returned, there was always a lamp glowing in the bedroom.
A soft, yellow light that he had always thought was just Lillian's fear of the dark. But now, it hit him with sudden clarity: that light was left on for him.
He hadn't appreciated it then, and now she had extinguished even that small beacon. She no longer waited for him.
Jackson paused at the doorway, then walked slowly to the bed. Lillian lay curled up, her arms around her chest, fists clenched even in sleep. It was an insecure sleeping posture, one she had as a child. Jackson used to straighten her body and open her little fists at night. Her current posture felt like a slap to his face, like she had withdrawn her trust.
But he wasn't about to let go. No matter what, he had to keep her close.
Jackson's eyes darkened. He gently pried open Lillian's hand, finger by finger, and placed it back under the blanket. Then he left to wash up in the guest room.
As the door closed, Lillian opened her eyes. She rubbed her hands on the sheet in disgust before turning over and continuing to sleep.
The next day, Shirley was transferred to a regular ward and was in good spirits. Lillian told her everything that had happened.
Shirley leaned against the bed and cursed Jackson, "He could have at least told you if he was going to pick up Star. And he still refuses to divorce you—he's gone too far!"
Lillian sneered, "That letter exposing Adara as a fake—Jackson thought it was from me. He's convinced that I'd never tolerate the Price family and would try to stop him from rescuing Star. He probably thought I'd make trouble if I knew."
It had taken Lillian all day to piece that together. Jackson had never truly believed in her; he was always suspicious.
There was no point in continuing this marriage. It was already on the brink, and clinging to it was futile.
"He's driving me crazy! Douchebag!" Shirley gritted her teeth and then shifted her focus back to Star. "Lilian, this Star is definitely not what she seems. I've seen all sorts of fakes in the entertainment industry. Her hand's been like that for ages—she must know it would scare kids.
"Look at Adara. She always wears gloves and handles it gracefully. There are many disabled people, but none act like her. She's deliberately exposing her deformity to draw more attention, and then acting all flustered to attract even more. I'm convinced she's putting on a show just for Jackson!"
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