Chapter 549
Bob, who had been kicked into the flower bed, clutched his abdomen and crawled out in pain, staggering to his feet.
Lillian, who hadn't yet recovered, shuddered again.
Jackson's eyes swept over fiercely. "Get lost!"
After saying that, he ignored Bob, bent down to pick up Lillian, and quickly walked towards the building.
Inside the elevator, the bright lights shone on their faces.
The steady, strong heartbeat in her ears and the familiar woody scent in her nose instantly took her back to her childhood. Whenever she had a nightmare, as long as she was close to Jackson and nestled in his arms, she wasn't afraid of anything.
"Lillian, he's gone now. You're safe. I'm here, and I'll stay with you, okay?" Above her head was Jackson's gentle, low voice, and Lillian gradually calmed down.
She opened her eyes but avoided Jackson's focused gaze. "I'm much better now, you can put me down."
She struggled slightly, but in reality, she was still weak all over, a residual effect of extreme fear.
Jackson looked at her pale lips and, of course, wouldn't put her down. "Don't move, be careful not to fall."
She was pregnant now, and he held her very carefully, always afraid of pressing on her abdomen, so his arms were somewhat suspended, not daring to let her cling tightly to him.
At this moment, the elevator arrived.
Jackson carried Lillian out and only put her down at the door of their home.
Jackson supported Lillian as he entered the password.
Lillian had moved upstairs a few days ago; this house was under her name, given by Jackson.
The original password was Lillian's birthday, which was also their wedding anniversary.
However, when Jackson entered it, the password was clearly incorrect.
She had changed the password.
But Jackson remembered all the significant dates in her life, even the few passwords she frequently used, he knew them all.
Yet after two more attempts, it was still incorrect.
Jackson wanted to try again, but Lillian pushed his hand away and entered the password herself.
She didn't avoid Jackson's gaze, and Jackson saw it clearly.
Jackson's heart tightened, his eyes darkened slightly, and his thin lips twitched. "We haven't even gotten the divorce certificate yet, and you're already using the divorce registration date as your password?"
Jackson thought to himself, 'The password changed from the wedding date to the divorce date. Is she trying to constantly remind herself to remember the divorce and never look back?'
"Yes." Lillian just grunted, pushing the door open.
As she was about to step in, Jackson bent down and picked her up again.
Jackson entered, kicked the door shut, and quickly carried Lillian to the sofa.
Lillian curled up her legs, hugging her knees, her face still pale.
Jackson's large hand patted her head and asked, "Want some water? I'll get you a cup of hot water."
The head beneath his hand nodded slightly, like a dazed, frightened creature.
Jackson pulled the cashmere blanket from the sofa and covered Lillian with it before standing up and walking quickly towards the kitchen.
Lillian lifted her head and silently stared at Jackson's back, her frightened heart slowly calming down, but her hands were tightly clenched, and her expression was still a bit dazed.
That night when she was eight, Bob had beaten her to the brink of death, and she had bitten off his right ear.
After that night, she never saw him again.
Bob went to prison, and ironically, he wasn't convicted for abuse and didn't serve a long sentence for it.
It was Jackson who had intervened, arranging for Bob to seriously injure someone at a casino. That incident landed Bob a sixteen-year sentence.
All these years, Lillian hadn't seen him and had assumed he was dead.
She had never expected to see Bob again, especially not tonight, and she was completely unprepared.
She had been terrified. Thankfully, Jackson had arrived just in time; otherwise, the consequences could have been disastrous.
Lillian stroked her belly, where the baby was moving frequently, feeling a bit scared.
Bob's sentence wasn't over yet. How did he get out?