Chapter 920
Taylor's body still had some residual medication, and after playing for a while, he started yawning with teary eyes.
Oberon, feeling sorry for Taylor, turned to Lillian.
"Taylor just got home, and the poor kid's been through a lot. You should stay with him and take good care of him. Don't rush back to Seaspring Valley City. Everything's fine here with us, and Ambrose's around too. Just stay in Miracalia for now. Once things settle down here, we will come to visit you in Miracalia."
Lillian held Taylor, gently rocking him, and nodded at Oberon.
"Alright, Grandpa. You take care of yourself and Grandma. As for the police station, let Ambrose handle it. I'm not getting involved."
She was referring to Ruby's case.
Ambrose, hearing this, leaned in slightly, his handsome and gentle face appearing on the screen as he smiled.
"Don't worry. But Lillian, make sure you teach Taylor to call me 'Uncle.' I'm looking forward to hearing him say it!"
Lillian smiled, "Alright, alright. But the first word Taylor says has to be 'Mommy!'"
"Fine, fine. No one's going to compete with you," Ambrose chuckled.
Lillian was about to say goodbye to Oberon when he suddenly asked, "I heard Jackson got hurt?"
Lillian was taken aback, not expecting Oberon to bring up Jackson.
She instinctively looked at Jackson, who was sitting beside her, holding the phone for her and Taylor.
Oberon seemed to know it was Jackson holding the phone and chuckled, "Why are you hiding behind the camera?"
Lillian could tell that Oberon's attitude towards Jackson had completely changed.
She quickly took the phone from Jackson and turned it towards him.
"Grandpa wants to talk to you. Say hello."
Jackson wouldn't let her hold Taylor and the phone at the same time. He took the phone back from Lillian, then calmly looked at Oberon.
"Mr. Kelly, it's just a minor injury. Nothing serious. I'm sorry to have worried you."
Oberon looked at Jackson on the screen, noting that although Jackson's face was a bit pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.
Oberon was relieved but didn't show it. He just huffed, "I'm not worried about you. I'm concerned that if you have any lasting effects from the gunshot wound, it might burden Lillian and Taylor. Don't take it lightly. Make sure to follow the doctor's orders and recover properly!"
Oberon spoke sternly, and perhaps feeling a bit awkward, he ended the video call without waiting for Jackson's response.
Jackson put down the phone and turned to Lillian, a slight smile on his lips.
"So, your stubbornness and pride are genetic, huh?"
Lillian rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help laughing.
Her body shook slightly with laughter, which seemed to startle Taylor. He moved a little in her arms.
Lillian quickly looked down and gently patted Taylor's back.
She hummed a soft tune, soothing Taylor.
"Mommy's here, and Daddy's here, too. Don't be scared, Taylor."
Taylor, sensing his mother's presence, snuggled closer to her, his little mouth moving as he made soft, sleepy sounds.
"Mommy."
Lillian, holding Taylor close, was about to kiss his forehead when she heard his soft, sweet voice.
She froze, thinking she had imagined it. She looked up at Jackson, her expression a bit dazed.
Jackson's lips curved into a smile as he pretended to be jealous.
"Little guy! I've got injuries on me from saving him, and the first word he says is 'Mommy'? I'm so disappointed!"Jackson reached out, pretending to pinch Taylor's cheek.
Lillian's eyes lit up with excitement. She blocked Jackson's hand and whispered, "You heard it too, right? Taylor really said 'Mommy' just now?"
Jackson, seeing her so happy, almost ready to jump for joy if she weren't holding Taylor, nodded.
"Yeah, he said 'Mommy.'"
Lillian's eyes filled with tears. She hadn't expected Taylor to say 'Mommy' so soon after she mentioned it to Ambrose in the video call.
She pressed her cheek against Taylor's, thinking that he must have understood her and wanted to fulfill her little wish.
Lillian couldn't bear to put down her adorable Taylor. She looked up at Jackson.
"My son is so smart, such a little angel and genius. He said 'Mommy.' He can say 'Mommy.'"
She repeated it, her face full of pride and joy.
Jackson's lips twitched, "I could say 'Grandma' when I was six months old."
Lillian lightly kicked Jackson, "Taylor hasn't been with us, and no one taught him to say 'Mommy' or 'Daddy.' That's why he spoke a bit later. But look, I just taught him today, and he already learned it!"
Jackson, seeing her so protective, felt like she might bite him if he said anything more.
He wisely nodded, "You're right. I wasn't as smart as he was. Your son is the smartest and cutest. But even so, you can't hold him forever. He's already asleep. Put him in bed."
Jackson reached out to help Lillian with Taylor, but she turned slightly, whispering, "I'll hold him a bit longer. He's not fully asleep yet."
Jackson looked at Taylor, sleeping soundly with rosy cheeks and almost blowing bubbles, and suddenly felt that the newly returned Taylor was a bit of a hindrance.
He didn't say anything, just nodded, "I'll go change into my hospital gown. Don't want to disturb his sleep."
Lillian nodded absentmindedly, continuing to soothe Taylor.
It took her a moment to realize something was off. She turned to see Jackson taking a hospital gown from the cabinet and heading to the bathroom with his head slightly lowered.
That figure walking away radiated a sense of loneliness and disappointment.
Lillian suddenly remembered that before Taylor woke up, she had been helping Jackson change his clothes.
But now, it had been over four hours since Taylor woke up, and she had been completely focused on Taylor, practically ignoring Jackson.
Even when Oberon mentioned Jackson's injury, she had forgotten about it.
And Jackson, clearly, was upset.
Lillian, realizing this belatedly, quickly placed the sleeping Taylor gently on the bed and hurried after Jackson.
But whether intentionally or not, Jackson seemed to have eyes on his back.
Just as she was about to catch up to him, Jackson stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, effectively blocking Lillian outside.
Lillian stared at the closed door, momentarily stunned, until she heard the sound of the door being locked from the inside.
Lillian was speechless.
She hadn't been entirely sure before, but now she was certain—Jackson was definitely sulking.
Lillian felt a mix of amusement, guilt, and helplessness.
She knocked on the door, softening her voice.
"Can you manage on your own? Didn't you say you had trouble changing clothes by yourself? Open the door, let me help you."
Jackson's muffled voice came from inside, his tone low.
"No need. You should stay with Taylor. He needs you more. How could I compete with a baby for your attention and care?"
Lillian was speechless.
She couldn't believe Jackson had become so melodramatic. Even through the door, she could sense his jealousy.
She couldn't help but smile, knocking on the door again.
"Taylor is very important, but so is his dad, especially since you're the hero who saved him. I'm worried and anxious about you. If you don't let me help you change clothes and check your injuries, I won't be able to eat or sleep, I'll be so worried..."
Lillian rambled on, saying whatever came to mind without much thought.
She thought she would have to talk for a long time to get Jackson to open the door.
Because Jackson, from childhood to adulthood, rarely got angry with her. He was always indulgent and doting. But when he did get angry, he was particularly hard to appease.
Lillian was prepared to spend a lot of time coaxing him.
But to her surprise, before she finished speaking, the door suddenly opened.
Caught off guard, Lillian, who had been leaning lazily against the door, lost her balance and stumbled inside.
Naturally, she didn't fall to the ground. Instead, she was caught firmly in Jackson's arms.
By now, Jackson had already taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his black shirt.
Lillian's hands were pressed against Jackson's abdomen, her cheek resting against his firm chest.
In that moment, the atmosphere was instantly charged.
"You..."
Lillian moved slightly, trying to lift her hand.
Jackson raised his hand, gently closing the bathroom door.
The bathroom was dimly lit, and even in the high-end hospital room, the lighting was subdued.
With the door closed, Lillian felt as if her vision was covered by a layer of dim, ambiguous filter, and every breath was filled with Jackson's scent and warmth.
Just as she was about to push him away, Jackson's large hands gripped her waist.
With almost no effort, he lifted her and placed her on the nearby sink.
Jackson bent down slightly, his hot kiss sealing her lips before she could utter a word.
Lillian was forced to endure his passionate and wild kiss, feeling more like the injured one.
Soon, she was breathless, her face flushed.
During a rare moment of respite, she reminded him, panting.
"Weren't we supposed to change into the hospital gown?"
Jackson continued to kiss her lips, "Yeah, but you gotta help me take off my clothes first."
Lillian's face turned red as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his shirt, coaxing her.
"I'll kiss you, and you undress me."
Lillian was speechless.
She wondered if he had really been injured.
Unlike their sweet and intimate moment, in a hospital room in Seaspring Valley City...
Ruby had been transferred to a regular room, with plainclothes officers guarding the door.
Ruby was restless and anxious, sensing something was wrong.
It had been a night and a morning, and not only had Lillian and Jackson not appeared, but even Ambrose and Oberon hadn't come.
She was left alone, completely ignored.
This wasn't normal.
Given how much they cared about the child and their urgency to rescue him, they should have been here at the crack of dawn, discussing or plotting against her.
But now, it was too quiet.
Ruby had a bad feeling.
She angrily threw a cup from the table onto the floor.
One of the plainclothes officers walked in, seeing the shattered pieces, he sneered.
"You're in this situation, so you better behave. Maybe you'll get a quick death. Keep causing trouble, and you might not even get that."
In this world, there were many who suffered worse than death.
The officer had already received news from Miracalia that the hostage had been successfully rescued.
He knew Ruby had no chance of redemption and no good outcome.
Ruby glared at the officer suspiciously, "What do you mean? Call Lillian and Jackson, call them now. I need to see them immediately!"
The officer laughed, "Too bad, they probably don't want to see you anymore."
"What do you mean? They can't not see me! Impossible!"
Ruby became hysterical.
The officer didn't want to argue with her, he sternly said.
"This is a hospital. Stop shouting. You're lucky to be allowed medical treatment!"
He was about to leave when the door opened again, and the captain in charge of the case entered with other officers.
"Unlock her and take her away."
The captain gestured towards Ruby.
Immediately, officers stepped forward, unlocking the handcuffs from her wrists and the bed.
Before Ruby could react, her hands were cuffed again.
She was pulled off the bed, her face turning pale.
"What do you mean? Where are you taking me? I just had a kidney transplant yesterday. I can't be discharged. I need my IV. Let go of me!"
She struggled, refusing to leave the room. The captain sneered, explaining.
"Where are we taking you? You have multiple charges. You're going where you belong."
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