Chapter 610
The second Lillian heard that voice, it was like her blood turned to ice and her heart just stopped.
She slowly turned her head and saw Jackson chilling in the backseat.
Jackson was still rocking his hospital gown, his handsome face looking a bit pale, making his deep eyes seem even more mysterious and hard to read.
Lillian instinctively clutched her chest, gasping for air.
Seeing her freak out, Jackson felt a tightness in his chest.
He shoved the seat next to him and reached out to pull the shocked Lillian into his arms.
Lillian fell into his embrace but felt no familiar comfort or warmth, just a chilling fear.
"Let go of me! I want out of the car!"
She struggled, reaching for the car door.
Jackson grabbed her flailing hand, prying her fingers apart, and held their hands together tightly.
Jackson's voice was right in her ear. "Are you scared of me?"
Lillian was in his arms, her hands cold, her body trembling slightly.
The moment she realized he was in the car, her pale face also stung Jackson's eyes.
"Yes, can't I be afraid of you? Jackson, you're a nightmare, a devil!"
Lillian gritted her teeth, glaring at Jackson with pure hatred.
She didn't get it, why was Jackson still holding on?
"I'm a devil? Then who’s your hero? Is it him?"
Jackson suddenly grabbed Lillian's sharp chin, forcing her to turn her head.
Through the car window, she saw the hospital building fading away, and Barry running out with a worried look.
Beside him was the nurse who had just helped Lillian out, pointing their way and saying something, making Barry look over.
Clearly, he realized Lillian had been taken away by Jackson.
Lillian bit her lip, staring out the window, hoping Barry would catch up.
But before her gaze could meet Barry's, Jackson cupped her chin, applying a bit of force, turning her face back to him.
She was forced to look up into his deep eyes.
"Still hoping he'll come to take you away? Or are you more hopeful for Ambrose to save you?"
Lillian coldly stared at Jackson. "Doesn't matter who, it just won't be you."
She no longer hoped for his presence; she even feared and rejected it.
In her heart, he had somehow transformed from a savior to an abuser.
Lillian's words were like sharp needles, causing Jackson's chest to ache with suffocating pain.
He tightened his embrace, slightly lifting her chin, and coldly said, "Too bad, I won't let go. It won't matter who you want to save you!"
"Mr. Frane, they're catching up behind us," the driver said at this moment.
Lillian instinctively turned her head to look back, hope igniting in her heart.
But this action irritated Jackson, who forcefully pressed her face back into his chest, saying in a deep voice, "Shake them off."
"Alright, you should hold on tight."
The driver immediately accelerated, and Jackson tightened his arms, trapping Lillian in his embrace.
The car sped and turned, and Lillian felt securely held in Jackson's arms, but only felt annoyed.
Soon, the car steadied, presumably having shaken off the pursuing vehicle.
Jackson slightly loosened his arms, looking down and gently asking Lillian, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"
Lillian didn't want to drink; seeing Jackson only made her feel annoyed.
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