Chapter 548 Bob
After Terry sent the video, he anxiously waited for Lillian's response.
He was so distracted that Jackson gave him several cold stares.
By the afternoon, he still hadn't received any response, and Terry began to sigh repeatedly. He felt more dejected than he did after his recent breakup.
After Terry sighed multiple times, Jackson couldn't take it anymore and transferred him to a branch office.
But as Terry left, Jackson caught a strange look in his eyes.
In fact, Lillian didn't see the video until the evening.
Her belly had grown larger in the past few days, and she had been staying in and not using her phone much.
After dinner, during her usual walk time, she found her phone had died.
She charged it and then saw the video. "Do you love Lillian?"
In the video, Star's face was tear-streaked and pitiful.
"Yes, I love her. We had many misunderstandings in the past, and I did many things to hurt her, which led to our divorce. But I never wanted to truly separate from her, nor did I ever consider giving any other woman a chance. My wife, my love, can only be her for the rest of my life!"
Jackson's back was to the camera, so Lillian couldn't see his expression, but his voice was clear and resolute.
Her breathing became erratic, and she unconsciously gripped her phone tightly.
Suddenly, she turned off the screen harshly.
It seemed that if she watched for another second, her thoughts would be in turmoil.
She calmed her breathing, a slight mocking smile appearing on her lips.
If it weren't for Jackson's instructions, how would Terry dare to secretly record the video?
When did Jackson become so eager to perform?
The phone charged pretty quickly; by the time Lillian finished a set of stretching exercises, the battery was already over halfway charged.
She unplugged the charger, went downstairs, and walked slowly along the community road.
But for some reason, Lillian had felt like she was being watched whenever she went out in the past two days.
Today, the feeling was especially strong, so much so that she usually walked three laps around the community, but today she quickened her pace after just one and a half laps.
But the feeling of being followed didn't disappear. Every time she looked back, there was no one behind her.
As she approached her building, she instinctively looked back again. There was no one behind her, only the swaying shadows of trees.
She breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head back, only to suddenly see a dark figure emerge from a side path.
Lillian's heart contracted in fear, but she quickly saw that it was just a community cleaner wearing a uniform hat.
Taylor might have sensed her tension and moved a bit.
Lillian patted her belly and smiled faintly. "Taylor, are you mocking me for being scared?"
She casually looked up, and the cleaner walked towards her, his face illuminated by the streetlight.
It was a fifty-something man, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, a fierce expression, downturned lips, and a pair of gloomy eyes. His right ear was only half there, making him look particularly sinister.
It was a face both familiar and unsettling, instantly triggering a flood of violent, chaotic, and bloody memories.
'Bob Young!' Lillian's face turned deathly pale, her whole body tense and trembling.
Fear urged her to scream and run, but her feet felt rooted to the spot, her voice caught in her throat.
She could only watch helplessly as that demonic face drew nearer, a hand reaching out towards her.
Lillian squeezed her eyes shut and finally let out a scream.
Her vision was filled with a blood-red scene, and it seemed like the air was filled with the smell of blood.
But the expected pain didn't come. Instead, her back suddenly pressed against a broad, familiar chest.
There was a dull thud mixed with a scream.
It was Jackson, who had rushed over and kicked Bob to the ground, holding the trembling Lillian tightly in his arms.
"Lillian! It's me. Open your eyes and look. I'm here. He can't hurt you anymore." Jackson held Lillian, continuously patting her trembling shoulders.
But Lillian seemed oblivious to his comfort. She was lost in the grip of her terrifying memories, cold sweat beading on her forehead. "My baby girl, I just wanted to see you and apologize to you."
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