Chapter 615
Her voice freaked out the private doc outside, and the door flew open.
Jackson clung to Lillian and yelled, "She's losing it!"
Jackson was scared she'd hurt herself if she kept going like this.
The doc rushed in and gave Lillian a sedative.
Lillian soon crashed, like someone hit the pause button on her world, and she slumped into Jackson's arms.
"Lillian, I swear I'll get revenge for Taylor, trust me."
Jackson laid her on the bed, gently fixing her messy hair.
But Lillian didn't trust him anymore; she just stared blankly at the ceiling.
He'd made too many promises; could she still believe him?
"Lillian, don't lose it like this. Taylor was such a good kid; he wouldn't want to see his mom in so much pain, hurting herself. He wouldn't want his parents fighting over him."
Really?
No, just excuses.
She wanted to fight back, but her mind was getting fuzzier. Before she passed out, she finally looked at him.
Her lips moved a bit, her voice barely a whisper.
But Jackson got it.
"Jackson, I'll never forgive you."
Lillian shut her eyes, and a tear slid down her pale cheek into her hair.
The doc and nurse had already left, but Jackson sat by the bed for a long time.
He left the bedroom and went back to the study. Sitting behind the desk, he slowly pulled out the neatly folded ultrasound report from his suit pocket.
The edges were a bit worn. He'd kept it close all this time.
He used to look at it often, and every time, his exhaustion would fade.
But after Taylor died, he hadn't looked at it again.
Lillian was right; he was too scared to look at it.
Even he had moments of fear; he didn't have the guts to open that piece of paper.
"Mr. Frane."
A knock on the door came with Harry's voice.
Jackson quickly pulled himself together, opened the drawer, and stashed the ultrasound report inside.
"What's up?"
Harry stepped up and put a document on the desk.
"We found the fake nurse who used the nurse station's phone to make the call. It's this guy. Based on his build and posture, we can pretty much say he's a short, skinny dude. He’s the same guy who gave Bob money twice. We've tracked him, but he's vanished. Finding him might take a while."
Harry handed over some surveillance footage and dashcam recordings from the neighborhood.
"There was a small signal jammer in the car. We've checked everyone who got near the car. We ID'd this old man. He probably stuck the jammer under the car when he went to help a kid who fell nearby.
"When Moritz got out to check, he saw the old man with a two or three-year-old kid. He'd seen the old man with the kid in the neighborhood before, so he let his guard down."
"Did you find him?" Jackson glanced at the document.
Harry replied, "He's a resident of the community. We found out he had bad investments and owed a ton of money. The night before Mrs. Frane's accident, he flew to Averlake. We've already sent people to track him."
Jackson's face turned dark.
It was clear the mastermind behind this was super careful and had planned for everything.
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