Chapter 593
The veins on the back of his hand popped out like they were about to explode from all that pent-up rage.
He stood tall, trying to act all cool, but Terry was freaking out inside.
Terry waved off the bodyguards who wanted to tag along, and everyone just hung out by Lillian's hospital room door.
The quiet hallway suddenly echoed with footsteps.
Terry turned and saw Lyra, Martin, and Daisy rolling in together.
Lyra stumbled and got some help to see Lillian, while Martin and Daisy, hearing Jackson was in the delivery room, headed over there.
Just as Martin and Daisy got to the door, Jackson walked out.
Seeing Jackson holding a baby, Martin blurted out, "Jackson, wasn't the baby..."
Jackson looked at Martin and Daisy, his lips curling into a cold sneer.
"Taylor probably knew with crappy grandparents and a useless dad, he wouldn't be happy, so he bailed early."
As he spoke, he stepped forward with Taylor in his arms, and Daisy couldn't help but see Taylor.
Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a terrified scream, leaning weakly against Martin, clutching his coat, and murmuring, "How could this happen?"
Martin quickly supported her, his face darkening.
He knew Daisy must've thought of the baby they aborted years ago.
He looked away, not daring to look at the baby again, and said in a deep voice, "Jackson, what are you doing? It was Bob's fault; no one wanted this. This is also my and your mom's grandkid. We're upset too. Why are you blaming us? Blame the Young family and Lillian's nasty biological dad!"
Martin furrowed his brows and helped the pale Daisy take a couple of steps back.
He had planned to come with Daisy to comfort Jackson, but Jackson clearly had beef with them.
Even though Jackson knew Daisy had trauma from losing her baby, he still deliberately held Taylor and brought him over for them to see.
Martin couldn't believe it was Jackson, who had lost his cool.
But Jackson found Martin's words cold and heartless.
When Lillian was pregnant, Martin, as Taylor's granddad, never showed any concern.
Daisy cared, but it was mostly for Jeffrey's sake, and she put a lot of pressure on Lillian.
They didn't deserve to have Taylor as their granddaughter.
Jackson no longer looked at Martin and Daisy and walked away.
Lillian was jolted awake by the pain of contractions, her mind coming back through the agony.
Instinctively, she raised her hand to her belly, but before she could touch it, a large hand tightly grasped hers in mid-air.
"Lillian, you're awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Jackson's hoarse, familiar voice sounded, and Lillian suddenly opened her eyes.
She didn't look at Jackson, who was staring down at her; her gaze was fixed straight on her belly.
Flat, empty.
She turned to look around; Taylor wasn't by her side, and there was no crib in the room.
Jackson, seeing her reaction, knew exactly what she was looking for.
He thought that dressing Taylor alone and arranging the funeral, with his heart feeling like it was being pierced by a thousand needles, was painful enough.
But now he realized that the greater pain and regret was looking at her and telling her that their baby was gone.
However, no matter how painful or difficult it was to tell Lillian the truth, he had no right to avoid it.
Facing Lillian's confused and vacant eyes, Jackson's voice was rough, like grinding on gravel.
"I'm sorry."
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