Chapter 661
Lillian's throat felt tight, and she couldn't help but find the whole situation pretty ironic.
"Are you done yet?" She spun around, frowning. "Kids say random stuff. Is it really worth bringing up now?"
"Seems like you still remember." Jackson chuckled, a bit self-deprecating. He looked at her again. "Maybe it's not worth it. How about I stick to you like plaster for the rest of your life?"
Lillian's chest heaved, a sour feeling rushing to her nose. She held it back and almost screamed, "Then I'd rather cut my flesh than have you stick to me like plaster!"
Jackson saw the hate in her eyes, and for a moment, it felt like she had cut a piece out of his heart.
Lillian was definitely more ruthless than him. Back then, he could easily cling to her, but now she wouldn't even look back.
Lillian had been pretty stable these past few days.
But clearly, when facing Jackson, her postpartum depression would flare up uncontrollably.
Her emotions were all over the place and easily triggered.
Lillian knew this, and so did Jackson.
At that moment, his grip on her wrist suddenly loosened, and he let go.
"I was just joking. Don't get so worked up. I've already asked Harry to handle my discharge papers. I haven't forgotten what I said when you were out cold," Jackson said.
He had come to the hospital only because he was worried about Lillian and wanted to be close to her.
If it weren't for Flora's accident, he had never planned to show up in front of Lillian, wanting to let go as she wished.
But when Lillian chased him to the emergency exit, he saw her, and he couldn't help but want to take it a step further.
Lillian stared at Jackson, ignoring his pale face, and said coldly, "As long as you remember, I hope you keep your promise this time."
Jackson nodded slightly. He opened a drawer, took something out, and handed it to Lillian.
"Take this, and I won't bother you anymore," he said.
Lillian looked at it and frowned slightly.
It was a broken bank card. Lillian recognized it as the card she had given him when they first divorced, the one he demanded thirty million dollars for.
At that time, Jackson had broken the card. Clearly, he hadn't touched it all this time, let alone the money in it.
"The card is broken. It's useless to keep it with me. You take it back," he said.
Seeing Lillian not moving, Jackson took her hand and placed the broken card in her palm.
Lillian didn't want to argue with him, especially since the card was hers, and the money in it was painstakingly gathered by her.
Jackson had said he would divorce her for thirty million dollars, but in the end, he had deceived her and didn't keep his promise.
Since he was returning the card to her, she didn't feel guilty taking it back.
Lillian closed her fingers around it and put it away. "Mr. Frane, do you have any other questions?"
Jackson stared at her, his eyes swirling with emotions, as if they would engulf her.
Lillian's hand holding the bank card trembled slightly, her palm aching. Just as she was about to break under his gaze, feeling increasingly anxious and irritable, Jackson suddenly stepped forward and hugged her.
Unlike his usual embraces, which were always hot and tight, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and blood, this time it was restrained and cautious.
Lillian was slightly stunned and forgot to resist.
Jackson's voice sounded hoarse in her ear, "If letting go means you can breathe freely and be happy, I'm willing to let you go. Lillian, whether you go abroad or to another city, take care of yourself."
As he said this, his voice was like it was filled with hot sand, extremely difficult. Because he knew deep down, once he let go, Lillian would probably be recognized by her family soon. Whether she went to Seaspring Valley City or abroad, she wouldn't stick around in Miracalia.
Lillian would leave this city and fly far away.
From then on, Miracalia without her would be like a grave, with only him left buried in it.
But the Lillian in his arms was so thin, and the image of her lying unconscious and unwilling to wake up haunted him. Jackson had lost the courage to hold her tightly again.
In the end, Jackson just gently patted Lillian's shoulder and then completely let go.
Lillian didn't look up at Jackson, who had stepped back, and quickly walked toward the door.
When she opened the hospital room door, she bumped into Harry, who was holding some documents.
Jackson hadn't lied to her; he had indeed asked Harry to handle the discharge papers.
"Mrs. Frane?" Harry looked at Lillian, who was walking out of Jackson's room, in shock.
'Lillian actually came to see Jackson on her own?' Harry thought.
However, before Harry could be happy, he saw Jackson standing in the room like a statue, and he realized things weren't as he thought. He quickly stepped aside.
Lillian walked past Harry with her head down, and Barry walked toward her quickly. "Lillian, are you okay? A psychology student of mine got married and gave me some candy. I brought you a few pieces to try. Why did you come out on your own? It's cold outside; you should put on a coat."
Barry had clearly come from Lillian's room. He didn't seem to notice that Lillian had come from the neighboring room and quickly stepped forward, gently supporting her and leading her back to her room.
Lillian kept her head down and didn't resist Barry's gentle support.
Because her legs were a bit weak, and her steps were unsteady, she was indeed feeling a bit faint.
"What kind of candy?" Lillian continued the conversation as they left.
Barry's voice wasn't lowered, and it easily reached the neighboring room. Harry didn't dare to look at Jackson's expression.
He quickly stepped into the room and closed the door.
But he was also worried about Jackson and couldn't help but press his ear against the door, listening intently. He frowned and said helplessly, "In just this short time, how did you make Mrs. Frane cry again? Look at Barry, going out of his way to bring Lillian candy. He's really diligent. If you keep this up, you might not win her back."
Harry muttered, and when he heard the door to the neighboring room close and no more sounds, he turned around.
He was met with Jackson's cold eyes, which seemed calm but were filled with turbulent emotions.
Harry instantly shut up, feeling a chill down his neck.
Jackson frowned and asked, "She cried?"
He hadn't noticed earlier.
Under Jackson's intense gaze, Harry nodded. He had indeed seen Lillian's eyes red and her eyelashes wet.
Harry thought, 'Hearing that Lillian has cried and is taken away by Barry, who is probably being gentle and considerate, wiping her tears, how could Jackson stand it?'
He expected Jackson to rush out, kick open the neighboring room's door, and throw Barry out as far as possible.
But Jackson just clenched his fist suddenly, then relaxed, and turned around, speaking in a cold voice, "Pack up. We're leaving."
Harry was anxious. "But Mrs. Frane..."
Jackson unbuttoned his hospital gown and interrupted him in a deep voice, "We're already divorced. Change the way you address her. From now on, call her Ms. Young."
Harry was silent.
If it weren't for Jackson struggling to unbutton his gown, Harry might have believed he had moved on.
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