Chapter 602
Jackson's eyes were dark, but he didn't budge an inch.
"Are you really that desperate to split up with me?"
Lillian was totally wiped out, barely managing to get up. She didn't have the energy to argue with Jackson.
Shirley held her up, feeling like Lillian was as fragile as a leaf in the wind, completely drained.
Lillian wasn't always like this. She used to be slender but strong.
She could dance for hours without breaking a sweat, but now...
Shirley felt her heart break and snapped, "Do you even need to ask? Being with you is like living with a sword hanging over her head, ready to drop and hurt her any second! Stop wasting time and do something!"
But Jackson acted like Shirley wasn't even there, totally ignoring her.
He bent down, scooped Lillian up, and marched towards the hospital room.
"What are you doing! Jackson, if you have any decency left, let her go!"
"Harry!"
Shirley, fuming, tried to stop him, but Jackson's voice was ice-cold.
Harry quickly stepped in, escorting Shirley out and shutting the door behind them.
Shirley, frantic, started to struggle with Harry at the door.
Harry said sternly, "Ms. James, the child is gone, and Mr. Frane is also deeply hurt. The priority now is Mrs. Frane's health. If she doesn't take good care of her body now, her health will deteriorate. If you really care about her, stop interfering."
Shirley thought about how Lillian had broken out in a cold sweat just from changing clothes earlier. Angrily, she clenched her fists and sat down outside the room with her arms crossed.
Inside the hospital room.
Jackson placed Lillian back on the bed, took off her shoes, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel.
"Jackson, do you really want me to hate you even more?" Lillian's voice was weak, and she felt powerless.
Jackson didn't pause, his expression unchanged, like he was used to her harsh words.
He wiped her face, supporting the back of her head, making her tilt back.
Lillian resisted, struggling a bit, but Jackson's voice was cold, "At this point, I don't care if you hate me more! Hatred is better than nothing."
As he spoke, he lifted her from the bed, letting her lean against his arm.
"So, Lillian, don't fight me. I don't mind using force!"
Lillian panted, staring at Jackson with red eyes.
Jackson gently stroked her flushed eyelids, his voice softening. "Take care of yourself first. Otherwise, you won't even be able to hate me properly."
Lillian didn't want to look at him and closed her eyes.
Jackson lifted her chin, wiped the cold sweat from her neck, and tidied her messy hair, tucking it behind her ear.
Then he placed her back on the bed, pulling the covers over her.
Seeing Lillian silent and refusing to look at him, Jackson's eyes darkened.
He put the towel away and said, "I'll have someone bring in some food. You need to eat."
"I'm not eating! Stop wasting your efforts." Lillian turned over, filled with hatred.
Even now, he was still forcing her, refusing to let her go, imprisoning her.
In her heart, he was no longer a protector, a light, or warmth.
He had become a devil, a cage, the root of all her pain!
Jackson looked at her curled-up, frail body, his fingers clenching tightly.
"If you eat, I'll call to arrange the divorce. Miss today, and don't blame me for being ruthless and not letting you go."
Lillian, lying down, stiffened and opened her eyes, looking at Jackson.
"What do you mean?"
"A divorce certificate doesn't have to be obtained at State Court. If you want a divorce, get up and eat!"
Jackson's voice was deep, his face expressionless.
He stood by the bed, looking down at her, filled with self-mockery.
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