Chapter 595
The sun busted through the clouds, showing off another clear day after the rain.
But her baby? Never coming back. Not even a peek at this world, stuck forever in that wild, stormy night.
Lillian's eyes popped open, no sound. Jackson wrung out a towel, turned to wipe her cold sweat again, and saw those empty eyes of hers.
She was sprawled on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. Those once lively, clear, and beautiful eyes were wide open but dead inside.
Compared to her earlier madness, she now looked like a soulless doll, just lying there, letting others do whatever.
Jackson froze for a sec seeing her like that, then quickly put down the towel, leaned in, and asked super gently, "Awake? You must be starving. Want me to whip up some noodles for you?"
He looked all calm and collected, like everything was over and the storm had passed.
Lillian slowly moved her eyes to him. Her lips quivered, making a sound.
Her voice was weak, hoarse, and super soft. Jackson had to lean in to catch her first words to him.
She asked, "Jackson, where were you then?"
He stayed silent.
She asked again, "Has Wendy's baby been born?"
Still no answer.
When Lillian was out cold, Jackson got the news.
Wendy had a C-section and popped out a baby boy. Though underdeveloped, he made it.
Wendy was fine too. The cops were notified, and she'd be taken in once she was better.
But to Lillian now, all of this was just a cruel joke.
Jackson's thin lips pressed tight as he held Lillian's hand, rubbing it.
It was already summer, and Jackson had the heater cranked up in the hospital room, but her hand was still ice-cold.
He held it, rubbed it, his voice hoarse.
"Lillian, we'll have another baby."
Lillian's eyelashes fluttered as she looked coldly at Jackson.
Men were truly heartless. Did they think having another baby could fix everything?
But to Lillian, Taylor was the only one. Even if they had more kids, none would be her Taylor.
At that moment, Jackson's words weren't comforting; they were a knife to her heart.
Moreover, his words were just plain naive and absurd.
Lillian's lips slowly curved into a sad smile, and she softly said, "We?"
She and he would never be together again; what future could there be?
"Jackson, from now on, we're just strangers. Without Taylor, everything's over."
Lillian slowly pulled her hand from Jackson's palm, bit by bit.
She thought she'd be in tears, but her face was dry, and her eyes were sore.
Jackson's pupils trembled violently. He wanted to close his fingers and hold her hand tight, but his fingers trembled, so weakly.
He could only watch as she pulled her hand away, bit by bit.
His heart felt empty too. His bloodshot eyes stared at her, and he asked, "Lillian, you hate me now, don't you?"
His voice was taut and faintly trembling, his throat feeling like it was strangled by a rope, making it hard to breathe.
And the other end of the rope was in her hand.
It was like she could control this rope to decide his very life and death.
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