Chapter 662
"Lilian, give this a try. Something sweet might cheer you up," Barry said, unwrapping a piece of fruit candy and offering it to her with a smile.
Lilian glanced at the candy. It looked like it was orange-flavored, which brought back a flood of memories.
She gave a small smile, "Just leave it there. I'll have it later. I need to rest for a bit."
Barry's hand paused for a moment, then he set the candy aside but didn't leave.
He picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and grabbed a knife. "How about I peel an apple for you?"
"Barry, I really don't want to eat anything. I just want to rest... Barry!" Lilian softly interrupted him. She was emotionally drained and just wanted to be alone.
But before she could finish, she saw Barry's hand slip while peeling the apple, cutting his finger. Blood stained the apple.
Lilian gasped and quickly leaned over to take the knife and apple away, anxiously saying, "How could you be so careless? Don't move, let me see!"
She grabbed Barry's hand, her face full of concern.
Barry was a neurosurgeon, and his hands were incredibly valuable. If anything happened to them because he was peeling an apple for her, she'd feel awful.
"It's nothing, I just got distracted and made a small cut," Barry said, looking at Lilian's worried face with a smile.
"Even a small cut shouldn't be ignored. Let me get the first aid kit and take care of it," Lilian said, trying to get out of bed, but Barry suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Lilian looked up and met Barry's deep, dark eyes behind his glasses. They seemed different from his usual gentle gaze.
Feeling uneasy, Lilian tried to pull her hand back, but Barry held on tightly and asked, "Lilian, Miracalia is a place of sorrow. Wouldn't it be better to go abroad with me? I'll take care of everything once we're there. Leave this place and start a new life. I promise everything will get better!"
Lilian pulled her hand out of Barry's grasp, frowning slightly.
Even though Barry made sense and it was a good option, Lilian felt like he was constantly pushing her, pressuring her, and she didn't like that feeling.
"Barry, I already told you last time, I still feel like Taylor is here..."
Before Lilian could finish, Barry suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shouted, "Lilian, that child is gone! He's dead! How can you still be saying such foolish things!"
Lilian was shocked by Barry's sudden harsh tone and the cruelty in his words, her face turning pale.
She stared at Barry, surprised by his sharpness.
"Sorry, I just can't bear to see you drowning in the pain of losing your child. I'm too worried about you," Barry said, looking apologetic and holding Lilian's hand again. "Lilian, before your surgery, that child was still struggling to survive in your womb. When you woke up, everyone told you the child was gone. You didn't see it with your own eyes, so you held onto a glimmer of hope, which is normal. But hope can't change reality! You know that deep down, which is why you didn't dare to look at the child at the time, isn't it?"
Lilian bit her lip, her heart in turmoil.
Barry was right. She had never dared to look at her Taylor.
She always felt that as long as she didn't see him, Taylor was still there, still a living, kicking baby.
"Lilian, that child was stillborn! Stillborns are treated as medical waste and incinerated. Stop holding onto false hope and move on, okay?" Barry gripped Lilian's thin shoulders, staring into her eyes, his words firm.
Medical waste; incinerated.
Images of her baby mixed with other body parts and diseased organs flashed before Lilian's eyes, her eyes turning red.
She pushed Barry away forcefully, covering her ears and retreating. "Shut up! Stop talking, I beg you, stop talking!"
Seeing her lose control, Barry frowned, but a dark glint flashed in his eyes behind his glasses. He leaned in, patting Lilian's trembling back to comfort her. "Okay, I won't say anymore. But Lilian, you have to accept reality. What I said was cruel, but it's for your own good. My friend who studied psychology is still at the hospital. I'll call her up to talk to you. She can ease your pain and help you move on, okay?"
Lilian, drenched in cold sweat and tormented inside, felt like she was being roasted in a furnace.
Hearing Barry say that a psychologist could ease her pain, she instinctively nodded.
Barry made a call, and the friend he mentioned arrived quickly.
She came to the bedside, extending her hand to Lilian like a friend, smiling. "Ms. Young, hello. I'm Rafaela Martinez. Actually, this isn't our first meeting. When you were unconscious, I was involved in your case. I even made some suggestions to Mr. Frane, and fortunately, he listened to me, which helped you wake up."
Lilian didn't expect that Jackson had hired a psychologist for her while she was unconscious. Hearing that it was Rafaela who convinced Jackson, Lilian felt a bit more trust toward her.
She shook Rafaela's hand and said, "Thank you, Dr. Martinez. Please, have a seat."
"You're welcome. Just call me Rafaela. Oh, isn't this the candy I gave Barry?" Rafaela sat down, casually fiddling with the candy on the bedside table.
Lilian instinctively looked over, her gaze following Rafaela's fingers.
Rafaela's casual fiddling with the candy seemed to have a rhythm and frequency, making Lilian's eyes slightly dazed.
Rafaela glanced at Lilian, then turned to Barry with a smile. "Barry, using my candy to win her over? Let me talk to Lilian alone for a bit."
Barry smiled and nodded, glancing at the unresponsive Lilian before leaving the room.
As he entered the elevator, his phone rang.
Barry looked at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and answered. After listening for a few moments, he coldly said, "Don't come up. I'll be right down."
Hanging up, Barry pressed the button for the underground parking lot.
He exited the elevator, scanned the area, and saw a woman's figure, then walked over.
"Barry, I..." The woman brightened up upon seeing him and ran over.
"Who told you to come here?" Barry interrupted her sternly.
The woman looked up, wanting to say something, but Barry grabbed her arm and said, "Let's talk in the car. I'll take you back."
The woman blushed, looking at her arm being held, and obediently followed him to the east parking lot.
As Barry and the woman walked away, they didn't notice that in a car in the corner, Jackson was watching them with a cold expression.
Jackson's eyes were icy as he looked away and ordered, "Drive!"
In the driver's seat, Harry took a couple of photos in Barry's direction.
After being urged by Jackson, Harry put down his phone and turned to Jackson. "Mr. Frane, Barry was just with Ms. Young, and now he's sneaking around with another woman in the parking lot. Could he be a two-timing jerk?"
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