Chapter 747
"What are you doing!" Lillian was startled and instinctively wanted to step back.
Jackson, however, reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, as if she were the only lifeline that could save him.
His voice was hoarse and low, "Lillian, I'm sorry."
"Get up! I don't need your apology like this." Lillian's voice trembled as she forcefully pulled at Jackson.
Maybe she had long since stopped blaming him, or maybe after thinking about fifteen years of grievances, she realized she owed him more.
She couldn't bear Jackson's apology like this.
However, her strength was no match for Jackson's.
Sweat formed on her back from the effort, but Jackson's figure remained unmoved.
Jackson looked up at her, his eyes filled with deep regret.
"Lillian, let me finish." His large hand slid from her slender wrist to hold her fingers.
Lillian's heart seemed to tremble along with it.
She pursed her lips and stopped struggling, staring at him intently.
"It was my extreme foolishness, trapped in childhood memories, trusting those I shouldn't have, that led to today's bitter outcome. I have long been filled with regret.
"I know some wounds are too deep and may never heal, but please don't easily deny me, deny our love.
"The unhealed wound in your heart also festers and tears in me day after day. Even small animals know to lick each other's wounds when hurt.
"Let's get back together and heal each other, because no one can empathize with your pain more than I can."
Jackson's words were like a boulder forcibly thrown into the lake of her heart, stirring her emotions into chaos.
Lillian stared at him, her eyes gradually reddening, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Jackson, seeing a glimmer of hope, gripped her hand tightly and leaned his forehead reverently against her flat, soft abdomen.
He continued, "Lillian, love me once more. Let's start over and bring Taylor back to us in another way, okay?"
Lillian's eyelashes trembled, already wet with tears. Through her blurred vision, she looked at the top of his head.
Her tears fell drop by drop into his thick hair, and Jackson lowered his head, pressing deeper into her abdomen.
He released her fingers and hugged her tightly, as if she were his salvation.
For a moment, Lillian's lips trembled, and she truly wanted to nod and agree.
But then she remembered the night she desperately escaped the car, seeking his help, only to find him with Wendy during childbirth.
The helplessness of failing to save their child despite all efforts, and being imprisoned against her will...
Scenes flashed before her eyes like a movie.
Even now, Dominic and Star, who harmed Taylor, were still around Jackson.
How could she agree to this?
How could she possibly forgive him in front of Taylor?
She couldn't even forgive herself.
It felt like a boulder was pressing on her neck, and her lips were sewn shut.
Lillian choked, unable to do it.
She reached out and gently touched Jackson's hair in a comforting manner.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it."
The moment Taylor was lost, their fate was sealed.
Jackson's body trembled, and his arms around her waist stiffened completely.
Lillian felt a pang of bitterness in her heart as she slowly pulled his arms away and stepped back.
This time, Jackson didn't forcibly stop her.
But as Lillian stepped away, his eyes, filled with desolation, watched her.
"Lillian, you really are more heartless than I am!"
Was she heartless?
Maybe. She had always been a particularly vengeful person since childhood.
Sensitive and fragile, she felt pain more deeply and feared it more, so she held grudges more.
In the past, she could forgive Jackson time and again because she was willing, and because he hadn't crossed her bottom line. But she had lost her child, a child who could have grown up healthy...
How could she forgive him or herself?
Many times, Lillian wondered if she hadn't followed Jackson back to the country and hadn't gotten back together with him, they both might have lived happier lives.
"Say what you want. You're not Taylor. How do you know Taylor would still want parents like us, or would want to come back in another way?"
It was all self-deception.
Lillian's thin lips curled in self-mockery as she took another step back.
She turned around, not expecting Jackson to stand up. Jackson's deep eyes watched her back, and he spoke in a low voice.
"You're not Taylor either. How do you know he wouldn't?"
Jackson's stubbornness and pressure left Lillian exhausted.
She suddenly turned around, glaring at him.
"Jackson, can you stop this!"
Jackson's handsome face turned even paler. He vaguely remembered saying something similar to Lillian before.
It was when he didn't come home after marriage, and Lillian repeatedly called to check on him.
Or when he brought the pregnant Wendy back to the country, and Lillian insisted on a divorce, but he told her to stop making a fuss.
So this was what it felt like when you were sincere and eager for a response, only to be dismissed as making a fuss.
It felt like offering all your dignity, only to have it trampled on, with extreme cold seeping into your bones.
However, Jackson clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his neck and hands from the strain.
He didn't get up, speaking in a low voice, "Fine, you don't have the right, and neither do I. Let Taylor tell us!"
Lillian frowned, not understanding Jackson's words.
Jackson, however, slightly moved his knees, facing the tombstone, and looked up at the dark sky. "The weather forecast says it will rain tonight. I'll stay here. If it rains, it means Taylor won't forgive me, and I have nothing to say.
But if it's clear tomorrow and the rain doesn't fall, it means Taylor doesn't blame us. You come back! Give me another chance!"
As he spoke, Jackson turned his head, his deep eyes fixed on Lillian, his gaze resolute.
Lillian's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you crazy? It's already about to rain. How old are you? Do you believe in this? Get up!"
Lillian rushed forward, trying to pull Jackson up again.
Not to mention that Lillian didn't believe in this, she had checked the weather forecast earlier.
The weather was changing tonight, and a storm was predicted.
Now, the wind was howling, the sky was dark with no stars, and a storm was imminent.
Couldn't Jackson see or feel it?
Or was he doing it on purpose?
Lillian couldn't pull him up and angrily let go.
"Jackson, don't think that if you get soaked in the rain and fall seriously ill, I'll soften. That's not going to happen!"
She was almost shouting at him, her voice trembling.
But Jackson's handsome face remained calm as he gazed at her.
"It has nothing to do with you. I said, this is between Taylor and me. Maybe the rain won't fall. Taylor might not want it to."
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