Chapter 592
"Mr. Frane!"
Terry jumped, and the doc looked just as freaked out.
Terry moved forward, wanting to help Jackson, but Jackson had already forced himself to lift his head.
His pale face had a hint of color, the only sign of life on his handsome mug.
What the doc just said hit him like a ton of bricks.
He wasn't the one who had to go through pregnancy and childbirth, yet he was already a mess. How was Lillian, who just went through all that pain, gonna handle this crushing news?
Jackson's Adam's apple bobbed like he was trying to swallow his pain. He stared at the doc and croaked out, "Does she know the baby is gone?"
The doc looked spooked and quickly shook his head after a moment.
"Mrs. Frane lost too much blood and passed out. She doesn't know yet."
Just then, the operating room doors swung open, and Lillian was wheeled out.
Jackson wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes locked on the frail Lillian lying there.
Her long hair was damp, eyes shut tight, and her forehead wrapped in gauze.
Even with a blood transfusion, she looked ghostly pale.
Jackson stared, his steps heavy, almost too scared to get closer.
"Mrs. Frane is very weak. She should wake up in about an hour. I'm sorry," the doc said, stepping aside.
Jackson finally moved forward, bent down, and held Lillian's hand.
He gripped it tight, trying to give her some warmth, but his hand was just as cold.
Jackson escorted Lillian back to the ward, and Ambrose didn't follow.
Ambrose stood in front of the operating room, watching them leave. His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched and then released in helplessness.
He hadn't expected that Taylor couldn't be saved.
Lillian was already on her way to the hospital when the accident happened nearby. She was brought in quickly.
He thought both she and the baby would be fine. He never saw this coming.
He remembered the first time he saw Lillian, collapsing in front of his car, clutching his pant leg, begging him to save her child.
She was so worried about Taylor, so in love with Taylor.
If only he had driven a bit faster or left a bit earlier.
In the ward.
Jackson covered Lillian with a thick blanket, gazed at her for a moment, then leaned down to embrace her frail body.
His Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't say anything. He placed Lillian back in the bed.
He turned and left the ward. Terry, waiting outside, stepped forward and cautiously said, "Mr. Frane, you need to take care of yourself. Let me help you get checked out. I'm afraid..."
Jackson had coughed up blood earlier, and Terry knew something was off.
He asked the bodyguard who came back with them and learned that Jackson had swerved to avoid an accident on the way back, crashing into a utility pole, causing the airbags to deploy.
Terry was worried Jackson had gotten hurt, but before he could finish, Jackson's eyes fell on the bag the bodyguard was holding, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Give it to me."
The bag had a small blanket, baby clothes, and a bottle, things meant for Taylor but now useless.
The doc had just announced that Taylor was stillborn.
But judging by Jackson's look, he intended to personally retrieve Taylor and arrange for her final resting place.
Terry felt a pang of sorrow, took the bag, and handed it to Jackson.
Jackson's face was calm as he took the bag and held it tight.
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