Chapter 542
Lillian had prepared the voice recorder the day she returned to the country. To be on the safe side, she always kept it in her bag.
If Lillian didn't think that Mary talking to Max might help him wake up, she wouldn't want Mary to stay here any longer.
But she didn't quite trust Mary either, always feeling that Mary was acting strange.
If Mary really cared so much about whether Max would wake up, why didn't she visit more often when Max first became a vegetable?
"Alright, Mrs. Frane, don't worry."
In the hospital room, Mary was very angry. She closed the door and glared at Max.
"Lillian is really ruthless, but she's very good to you! But don't forget that you are my biological child. If you do wake up, don't defend her!
"Two years ago, if you hadn't eavesdropped on my conversation with your uncle and told Lillian everything. If you hadn't done that, would you have had that car accident?"
Lillian left the hospital and returned to the apartment complex where Shirley was currently living.
This apartment was previously compensated to Shirley by Daisy, and Shirley had been living here for some time.
When Lillian signed the divorce agreement, Jackson insisted that she choose a property, so Lillian chose an apartment in the same complex, just above Shirley's.
But that apartment hadn't been tidied up yet, so Lillian would definitely be staying with Shirley for the time being.
The two of them lay in bed, playing games on their phones and chatting.
When Shirley heard that Lillian had gone for a 4D ultrasound today, she excitedly threw her phone aside and sat up. "Where's the report? Quick, let me see Taylor's picture!"
Pulled by Shirley's enthusiasm, Lillian exited the game too.
"Jackson took it," she said.
Shirley kicked the blanket. "Jackson went with you for a check-up and took the photos?"
Lillian laughed. "Alright, let's sleep. It's been a long time since Godmother Susan slept with us, Taylor, you're very happy, aren't you?"
She placed Shirley's hand on her belly, and Taylor immediately started moving around.
Shirley was very happy. "Did the doctor say whether Taylor is a boy or a girl?"
Lillian shook her head. "I didn't ask."
To her, whether it was a boy or a girl, it was still her Taylor, still a surprise.
Jackson didn't ask either, but when they came out of the examination room, he hugged her and, pressing his forehead against hers, said he wanted a sweet and cute daughter.
"I'll go with you to the hospital next time."
Shirley lay down, then remembered something and pulled out a piece of fake hair from behind her head.
The injured area had left a hideous scar, and her hair hadn't grown back yet.
Lillian leaned over to look at the wound.
"Don't look!"
Shirley struggled, but Lillian touched her scar and said in a muffled voice, "I have to look."
She had to look, had to remember. She couldn't afford to soften when she shouldn't.
Shirley must have thought she was feeling guilty again. She gave her a playful shove and laughed. "This is a scar that allowed me to achieve financial freedom."
The two lay down and turned off the bedside lamp, but Shirley's phone kept ringing.
She picked it up, put it on silent, and turned to face Lillian'squestioning look, explaining, "Just some annoying messages."
With that, she shoved the phone under her pillow and squeezed her eyes shut.
On the day she finished filming, she spent an unexpected night with Gray on set.
She still remembered what Gray said while sweating over her.
He said, "What do you want? A major supporting role in a big production, will that satisfy you?"
He defined their relationship in clear transactional terms.
In the entertainment industry, this kind of relationship was too common, and Shirley felt she shouldn't be too surprised.
Having witnessed Lillian's pain over the years, Shirley knew long ago that she and Gray were not a good match.
It was best for them not to talk about love, just focus on mutual benefits.
So, she flipped him over, pinning him beneath her. She grabbed his wet hair, her teeth sinking into his earlobe.
"Your skills are so poor, if I'm not the lead actress, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
She bargained, and Gray indeed relaxed and enjoyed it more, holding her and going at it for most of the night.
That's men for you, always enjoying relationships they can control while seeking a sense of excitement.
So, at dawn, Shirley packed up and left with her legs feeling torn.
After that, it was like they had reached an agreement, and neither contacted the other.
Half a month later, she received an invitation from Gray to attend a party on Facebook.
She declined, but Gray became even more enthusiastic.
Men were indeed stubborn.
Downstairs, Gray's luxury car was parked by the flower bed.
Gray, dressed in a black trench coat, wearing a hat and mask, leaned against the car.
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