Chapter 55 "Will You Pity Me?"
Lilian remained stationary, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity around her. She was no longer the little sister who was punished by being made to stand. She was a woman now, and she had her own will.
She turned on her heel, her hands cradling a basin of water, and made her way towards the bathroom. As she walked past Jackson, his hand shot out, latching onto her wrist. His grip was so tight that Lilian nearly lost her hold on the basin.
Biting down on her lower lip, she suppressed the cry of pain that threatened to escape. She stared at him, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. "Are you trying to break my hand to get back at Wendy?" she asked, her voice laced with bitterness.
Had Lilian entered her rebellious phase late? She used to be so compliant, so obedient. Now, she was as prickly as a hedgehog, bristling at the slightest touch.
Jackson remained silent, his expression unreadable. She could hurl insults at him all day, and he would not utter a single word in response.
Releasing her hand, he returned her smirk with a sarcastic one of his own. "You're overthinking. Your hand is not as valuable as Wendy's. She's a violinist." With that, he turned on his heel and left, the sound of the hospital door slamming shut echoing in the silence.
Lilian felt a sharp pang of heartache. It was understandable, though. Wendy's hands were precious, each song she played cost Jackson $300,000. And what was Lilian in comparison? She had been suppressing her anger for so long, and now, alone in the bathroom, she finally let it out.
She assumed Jackson had gone to see Wendy again. Perhaps he had hurt the one he truly cared for and was now seeking a way to make amends.
With her head bowed, Lilian washed and wrung out a towel, then hung it on a clothesline in the corner. The sound of the door opening behind her caused her to stiffen.
Without turning around, she spoke softly, "Jeffery, stop being mischievous. Your brother is very cunning. He will definitely come back later to see if you have reflected well. Stand up properly, and when he comes, stand there obediently to calm him down. Then, shed a few tears and act cute, and this incident will be forgotten."
She waited for Jeffery's response, but none came. Just as she was about to turn around, a chilling voice sounded in her ear.
"You think I'm cunning?"
The voice was icy, causing the hairs on the back of Lilian's neck to stand on end. She straightened her back, her hands pressed tightly against her legs, standing at attention.
This stance, a punishment usually reserved for Jeffery, was now being used on her. The realization made her feel embarrassed. She wanted to turn around and leave, but Jackson's arms encircled her, his broad chest pressing against her back, radiating warmth.
Lilian's body stiffened. "How dare you eavesdrop on other people's conversations!" she exclaimed.
Jackson sneered, "You're quite good at defaming others now. I came in directly, and you insisted on talking to me. How did I become an eavesdropper? "
"If you shouldn't have listened, then don't listen. I was talking to Jeffery. If you overheard it, that's considered eavesdropping."
This was Lilian's attempt at sophistry, but Jackson couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He coldly sneered, "Yes, if I didn't eavesdrop, how would I know that you have so many tactics to deal with me?"
Acting obediently, crying, and acting cute were indeed her trilogy to deal with him. If that didn't work, she would even pretend to be sick.
However, in reality, she had always listened to him and rarely used these tricks.
But being heard by him face to face, Lilian felt a bit embarrassed, which also made the side of her face that was slapped ache.
Just as she was feeling uncomfortable, a cool sensation pressed against her swollen right cheek.
It was Jackson's hand holding an ice pack, applying a cold compress to her injury.
Unable to tolerate the extreme cold temperature, Lilian shivered.
"Does it hurt a lot?" His voice was low and soft in her ear.
Lilian couldn't hold it in anymore. Her nose felt sour, and she asked softly, "Do you even care about me?"
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