Chapter 66 Jackson Went Crazy with Jealousy
Why did Lillian let him hug her?
She frowned and struggled, but Jackson held her tightly and said to Kevin, "Everyone is waiting for you. Since you're here, go over quickly. Lillian is not feeling well, I'll take care of her."
Lillian, warned by Jackson, stiffened and quieted down, reluctantly nodding at Kevin.
"Okay. I'll go in first."
Kevin walked away, and Lillian immediately kicked Jackson and pushed him away forcefully.
"Let go of me!"
Although she tried to vomit in time, the alcohol had already entered her body, making her sway.
Jackson pulled her back, lifted her slender waist with his big hand, and sat her on the washbasin, circling his arms around her.
With a stern face and a sullen gaze, Jackson looked at her and lightly curled his lips with a hint of sarcasm.
"Do you blame me for coming and interrupting your catching up?"
Lillian was enveloped by his breath, a familiar cold fragrance mixed with a sweet scent, which was Wendy's scent.
He was annoyed that she interrupted his date with Wendy, but now he was blaming her.
Lillian, feeling disgusted, leaned back. "I gave you both space and come here to hide. You have caused me embarrassment and I had to drink the alcohol. Now why did you follow me here?"
The mirror on the washbasin reflected a cold light on Lillian's face.
Her face was pale, and the slight blush at the corner of her eyes from the alcohol looked abnormally beautiful.
Jackson raised his hand to tidy up her messy hair, pulled it behind her ear, and used the back of his hand to touch her sweaty forehead, frowning.
"Why do you look so pale? How can you say I forced you to drink the alcohol?"
Lillian almost laughed at his words. "Did I voluntarily drink the glass of alcohol because I'm being stupid?"
She turned her head away, not wanting to look at him, but Jackson grabbed her chin with his fingers and turned her face back.
"I was just sitting there. You are my wife. If you don't drink, who dares to force you?"
If she had asked him for help, or even just gave him a pleading look, would he ignore her?
She made a mistake, didn't take care of his arm injury for so many days, and came to the welcome banquet by herself. He hadn't even gotten angry at her, yet here she was, losing her temper at him.
Looking at Lillian's impatience and disgust, and thinking about how she smiled at another man just now, Jackson's eyes grew colder.
"You deserve it!"
Lillian glared at him, trying to kick him away with both legs.
Jackson held her restless legs with both hands, took a step forward, and forced Lillian's body to lean back. She had to raise her hands in a panic and hold onto Jackson's neck.
Her chest was heaving. " I deserve it? According to you, should I have poured that glass of alcohol on Gray's face to live up to the reputation as your wife?"
In that scene just now, Wendy was sitting affectionately next to him, and it was clear who he was protecting.
Why was he feigning concern now?
"You can try it." Jackson raised an eyebrow.
Gritting her teeth, Lillian felt that arguing about this was pointless, as she was still concerned about Max's situation.
Suppressing her frustration, Lillian looked at him and said, "I'm feeling a bit unwell and want to go back. Even if I apologize for that glass of alcohol just now, could you please spare Max and let him live?"
Jackson furrowed his brows slightly. "What are you talking about?"
Looking at his genuinely puzzled expression, Lillian was also taken aback.
"The hospital is going to stop Max's treatment and medication. Don't you know about that?"
Jackson's face darkened directly, and he said coldly, "This matter is not up for discussion now."
Lillian was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"Pack up, move back to the Peace Mansion, behave yourself, and Max will be fine."
Lillian had thought she had misunderstood him, but it turned out to be his doing.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her heart felt like it was being ruthlessly squeezed and manipulated by him.
"Jackson, you can't do this!"
"Why can't I? The hospital where Max is staying is funded by the Frane family, and the special care ward he is in is also exclusive to the Frane family. Since you don't want to be my wife anymore, Max has nothing to do with the Frane family either. Go out and ask around. Many people in Miracalia curse me behind my back. Is there anyone who says I'm a philanthropist?"
Since she refused to go home when he asked nicely, she could go according to her wishes.
He couldn't divorce her at this time and let her go!
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