Chapter 543
He kept his head down, continuously sending Facebook messages to Shirley, asking her to open the door, but there was no response.
Suddenly, a car's headlights flashed, causing Gray to raise his hand to shield his eyes and squint in that direction.
Only then did he notice a $40,000 Audi parked in the shadows not far away.
'Who the hell was that? How dare they flash their brights at me!' Gray's already foul mood was ignited. He adjusted his cap and strode towards the car.
He bent down and knocked forcefully on the driver's side window.
The window rolled down, and he gestured impatiently without looking inside.
"Get out here! Think you're cool flashing your lights? Do you believe I'll teach you a lesson?" he growled.
Before he could finish his sentence, a well-defined hand reached out from the window, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it forcefully.
Caught off guard, Gray let out a muffled groan, his body bending over and hitting the car door.
He yanked down his mask, ready to unleash his fury, when a familiar low, magnetic voice came from inside the car. "What did you just say?"
Gray's eyes widened as he recognized the stern-faced man in the driver's seat. He was speechless.
"Jackson?" Gray stammered. "It's nothing, let go, my wrist is going to break."
Jackson released his grip, and Gray flexed his wrist, taking a step back.
Only then did Jackson get out of the car. Gray looked at the car, which was completely out of place with Jackson's usual demeanor, with a complicated expression.
"Jackson, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Jackson glanced at him and asked, "What about you? Are you spying?"
"Who said I'm spying? I'm about to go up." Gray raised his eyebrows, feeling quite superior.
It was obvious that Jackson was here for Lillian, pathetically staying in the car, waiting for a glimpse of Lillian, who wouldn't even look at him.
He was too chicken to let Lillian know he was here, so he even switched cars to try and stay hidden.
But he was different. He had actually messaged Shirley.
"Do I need to remind you that you've been standing here for at least half an hour?" Jackson sneered coldly, but Gray remained stubborn.
"She might be taking a shower." He snorted." She'll open the door when she sees my message. Then I'll take you upstairs."
Jackson shattered his illusion without mercy, saying, "The lights upstairs are already off."
Gray fell silent.
He couldn't understand why Jackson so rudely shattered his illusion. However, the worst was yet to come.
Jackson pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it solemnly, and leaned against the car to examine it carefully, as if it were a treasure.
Curious, Gray leaned in, but Jackson blocked him with his hand.
Gray chuckled lightly and guessed, "Is this the love letter you wrote to Lillian?"
Jackson glanced at him disdainfully, then lowered his head to study the paper again.
A strange smile appeared on his usually cold face, giving Gray goosebumps.
"Don't tell me Lillian actually wrote you a love letter?" Gray murmured.
It shouldn't be. Lillian should be fed up with Jackson by now, Gray thought to himself, 'It shouldn't be. Lillian should be fed up with him by now.'
Realizing that Gray couldn't possibly guess the truth, Jackson finally moved his hand away and smirked. "It's my daughter Taylor. Look how beautiful she is."
Gray was genuinely surprised. He had never seen anything like this before and reached out to take it, but Jackson blocked him forcefully. "Just look, don't touch and get it dirty."
Gray was speechless.
It was just a medical report, but Jackson was treating it like he was fighting for his daughter.
"She is quite cute." Gray smiled." Did the doctor say it's a girl? Congratulations, Jackson, you're going to have a daughter."
"The doctor didn't say," Jackson shook his head with a smile, "but I can tell it's a girl. Look at Taylor's big eyes, just like Lillian's. And this little mouth and nose, so delicate. Look at this soft smile, doesn't she have a little dimple here?
"Taylor's little hands look like mine, so strong when she makes a fist. She won't be easily bullied in the future. Her ears look like mine too. See the height of these ears? Exactly like mine."
Gray touched his own ears, thinking that everyone's ears were in the same place. "Daughters are great. They're the most obedient and rely on their dads the most."
A son might compete with him for Lillian's attention and even drag him down. A daughter, on the other hand, would be more considerate.
Jackson's usually stern features softened, showing a rare hint of handsomeness.
He pointed at the medical report, explaining it to Gray. Gray, who had known him for nearly thirty years, had never seen him talk so much.
But Gray stared at the report, almost burning a hole in it, and still couldn't make out anything.
The report barely showed the child's facial features, and upon closer inspection, it looked quite ugly.
But he would never dare to say that out loud.
That night, neither Jackson nor Gray managed to get into the building. Gray spent half the night studying the report, intimidated by Jackson's gaze.
If it weren't for the fact that Jackson didn't smell of alcohol, Gray would have suspected he had been drinking.
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