Chapter 565
Lillian believed what Mary said. At least when Wendy was young, Mary didn't push Wendy out to bear the harm caused by Bob like she did with Lillian.
"Take her away," Jackson said. Realizing he couldn't get anything more from Mary, he signaled the bodyguards to remove her.
Mary looked terrified, fearing what Jackson might do to her. She tried to plead again but was immediately silenced by the bodyguards and taken away.
Lillian lowered her head, silent, her expression somewhat numb and bewildered.
Seeing her like this, Jackson's heart ached. He gently wrapped his arms around her, placed his large hand on her head, and pulled her into his embrace, speaking softly, "You decide what to do with her."
Lillian closed her dry eyes and, after a while, shook her head wearily. "No matter what, she is Max's biological mother. Just keep her locked up for a few days and then let her go. I don't want Max to wake up and find out he's lost his mom."
Mary was still good to Max.
Jackson's eyes darkened. He thought just keeping Mary locked up for a few days was too lenient; Lillian was still too soft-hearted and kind.
But Jackson was known for holding grudges. He would definitely make Mary pay for the harm she had caused Lillian over the years.
"For Max's sake, you're even letting Mary off the hook. You really care about him." Jackson glanced at the lying Max, his lips pressed slightly.
Lillian found him very strange. She came to her senses and pushed Jackson away. "He is my brother, and the accident happened because of me. Of course, I will be good to him!"
She said, picking up a cotton swab from the table, intending to moisten it and gently hydrate Max's lips.
Jackson's handsome face darkened, and he didn't hide the bitterness in his tone. "He's not your biological brother; you two aren't related by blood!"
In the past, when Lillian took care of Max, he never felt jealous because Max was Lillian's biological brother.
But now, knowing that Max and Lillian had no blood relation, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Especially thinking about how, in the past year or two since Max's accident, Lillian came to see him at least two or three times a week, each time personally wiping Max's face and massaging him.
Even though Lillian only wiped his upper body and the rest was done by caregivers, Jackson was still very jealous.
"Are you jealous?" Lillian was somewhat astonished.
She didn't understand, what was there to be jealous of?
Even though she now knew she had no blood relation with Max, emotionally, Max was still her closest family.
But Jackson grabbed Lillian's wrist and took the cotton swab from her hand.
He said jealously, "In your heart, he is much more important than me, right? You can easily let go of my hand and walk away from me, but you remain loyal to him, willing to suffer for him.
"We're both your brothers without blood relation. He only accompanied and protected you for two years, and you ended up covered in injuries because of him. I have taken care of you for fourteen years, why are you so cold to me? Shouldn't I be jealous?"
Jackson's arm tightened, and Lillian was suddenly pulled in front of him.
Jackson spread his long legs, and before Lillian could struggle, he trapped her between his legs, not allowing her to resist.
He stared at her, his handsome face dark and full of accusations, but his deep eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of grievance and loneliness, waiting for her to comfort him.
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