Chapter 643
Jackson stepped out of his study and found himself at the bedroom door just as Shirley was coming out.
He still held onto a sliver of hope that Shirley could wake Lillian up, so he shot her a questioning look.
Shirley's eyes were puffy and red from crying. When she saw Jackson, her gaze was sharp, but she didn't even have the energy to yell at him.
She gave him a nasty look and brushed past him.
Gray, who had followed her out, shook his head at Jackson and said, "Jackson, she did everything she could. Her voice is shot from crying, and Lillian still didn't budge. Maybe you should give it a shot."
Shirley had already walked a few steps away but turned back when she heard this, glaring at Jackson. "Lillian's like this because of him! Anyone might wake her up, but he's the last person who could! If she hears his voice, she might just want to die!"
Realizing how harsh her words were, Shirley looked regretful. Driven mad by Jackson, she slapped her own mouth a few times and hurried downstairs. She decided to wait for Flora, seeing her as the last hope.
Gray pointed at Shirley's retreating figure and said, "She's desperate, Jackson, don't hold it against her."
Jackson didn't say a word and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
He walked over to the bed. It was late, and the dim light cast a soft glow on Lillian's face.
She lay there silently, looking even more fragile.
Jackson wanted to reach out and take Lillian's hand, but remembering his therapist's advice, he hesitated and couldn't bring himself to get closer. Instead, he stood there and spoke softly, "Lillian, I don't know if you can hear me. If you can, please wake up. This time, I really know I was wrong."
"If you wake up, I won't force you to stay. You said an ex should be like they're dead. I couldn't be a good husband, but at least give me a chance to be a good ex-husband, okay?" he added.
These words were tough for Jackson to get out.
When he finally finished, he watched her, hoping she'd open her eyes and say "okay."
But Lillian's eyelashes stayed still and quiet.
Just then, voices and footsteps came from outside.
Flora had arrived. Jackson took one last look at Lillian and turned to leave the room.
He opened the bedroom door. Shirley was holding Flora's hand, Ambrose was a step behind, talking to Lyra, and they were all heading his way.
"Mrs. Kelly, thanks for coming." Jackson stepped aside and nodded at Flora.
Flora didn't look at him. As she passed by, she shot him a fierce glare.
Flora and her group went in, but Jackson didn't follow.
He walked to the staircase, lit a cigarette, his brow furrowed. He hadn't taken more than a couple of puffs before the cigarette butt was damp with cold sweat.
He was really worried that the Kelly family wouldn't be able to wake Lillian either, but he also didn't know if he'd go mad with jealousy if she did wake up.
Before he could think further, a cry of surprise came from the bedroom.
Jackson's hand trembled, and he turned urgently to look.
Gray rushed out of the bedroom and said, "Jackson, it's great! Lillian woke up! She really woke up, you should go see her."
The cigarette between Jackson's fingers broke and was crushed in his palm. The clear, real pain told him this wasn't a hallucination.
She really woke up. Was it because she heard Ambrose's voice?
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