Chapter 612
Lillian felt a headache creeping in. She tried to chill the frustration bubbling up inside her.
"It's gonna take a month to get better. But after that, you gonna pull the same stunt to keep me here?"
She even thought her recovery was all up to his say-so.
Jackson gave her a deep look. "I'm not that low."
Lillian scoffed, thinking he had a real twisted view of himself.
"We're divorced now, we got nothing to do with each other. Keeping me here is straight-up illegal. You can't hold me forever. I'll call the cops..."
Before she could finish, Jackson handed her a phone.
Lillian was a bit taken aback, and Jackson raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you gonna call the cops? Go ahead."
Lillian laughed out of sheer anger. Did he think she wouldn't, or that she didn't have the guts?
She grabbed the phone and dialed 911 without a second thought.
Surprisingly, the call went through, and the dispatcher calmly asked about her situation.
Lillian spilled all the details, including her spot at the hospital, the car she was in, and the direction they were headed.
"Please send help ASAP."
The dispatcher went quiet, then said, "Ms. Young, you said you were taken from the hospital, and the person who took you is right next to you, watching you call the cops?"
"Yeah."
"Can I get the name of the person who took you? Do you know it?"
"Jackson."
There was an even longer pause before the dispatcher spoke again.
"Jackson from the Frane Group?"
"Yeah."
"Ma'am, making false police reports is a crime."
"I'm not—"
"Stop kidding!"
Before Lillian could say more, the dispatcher hung up.
Lillian clutched the phone, feeling totally helpless.
She chucked the phone at Jackson and turned to stare out the window, fuming.
But the dispatcher must've checked it out, 'cause five minutes later, Jackson got a call from the precinct chief.
With just a few words, he managed to smooth things over.
Lillian listened quietly, feeling a deep sadness.
Jackson was a powerful guy, but even with all that power, he couldn't protect Taylor.
After hanging up, Jackson looked at the unusually quiet Lillian, unable to stand seeing her like this.
He said softly, "Get better, I keep my word."
"Looking at you makes me sick, how can I get better?" Lillian sneered.
Jackson's face tightened for a moment, then he coldly said, "Then force yourself to get better, or be ready to stay by my side forever!"
Lillian felt furious and stopped trying to talk to him.
The car stopped, and Jackson wrapped her in another layer of cashmere blanket. She buried her head under the blanket as Jackson carried her out of the car.
It wasn't until she was placed in a room and settled on a bed that Lillian realized this wasn't the Peace Mansion. The place was unfamiliar, not any villa she'd been in before.
Jackson left, and soon a private doctor came in to check on Lillian and continue her IV.
As soon as the doctor left, Jackson walked in to find that Lillian had already yanked out the needle and tossed it aside.
Her hand was bruised and bleeding.
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