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He slammed his head against the ground, clawed at himself, flailed with practiced drama.
James’s eyes turned glacial. A storm brewed around him.
Megan had injured several people today – but James was sure his real target was Lily.
Without hesitation, James kicked him again. Megan screamed and curled up on the ground, sobbing, but still didn’t say a word of value.
James ordered his men to dig up everything they could on Megan.
The results were frustrating: no family, no close friends – no leverage.
And that diagnosis of mental illness? It was real – or at least legally valid.
Under current law, even grievously injuring someone while mentally unfit could mean zero punishment.
To James, that was madness.
Anyone who hurt others mentally ill or not, adult or not – should face consequences.
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If the law couldn’t punish Megan, James would find his own way.
So be it Megan had a psych certificate?
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Then he’d make sure Megan was sent to the most hellish psychiatric hospital in the country. If he wanted to pretend to be insane, James would make sure he stayed locked up as one.
He suspected that certificate was forged or bought anyway. But even if it wasn’t – he would have someone issue ongoing evaluations declaring his condition unfit for release.
For life.
Anyone who tried to hurt Lily… James wouldn’t let a single one go free.
After settling Megan’s case, James returned to the hospital.
He learned Jackson’s wound had been treated and he’d been transferred to a room. Without hesitation, James went straight there.
It was already noon. Just as he arrived, Lily was walking back from the hospital cafeteria with a tray food. of
– the knife hadn’t gone in deep. Jackson’s organs were unharmed, and
The doctor had said it was lucky with a few days of rest, he’d recover fully.
Still, seeing Jackson lying weak and pale on the bed, Lily’s eyes filled with tears again.
“Jack… does it still hurt?”
“No…” Jackson forced a smile, looking fragile and obedient.
But when he drew in a sharp breath, clearly in pain, Lily’s heart clenched. She knew he was pretending – trying not to worry her.
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She placed the food on the bedside table and said in a hoarse voice, “I brought you lunch. Are you hungry? Want to try eating something?”
Jackson touched his stomach, then raised his hand weakly, like he barely had the strength.
His gaze was pitiful and pleading. “I’m hungry… but my hands are too weak. I don’t know if I can hold a fork.”
That vulnerable look – Lily was instantly reminded of the five-year-old Jack from the orphanage.
One time, the older boys had beaten Jack so badly, he couldn’t even sit up.
He’d been starving, too weak to lift a spoon, and she’d cried while feeding him sour porridge, silently praying he’d recover soon.
To her, Jack wasn’t just a friend. He was family – like a younger brother. And now, he was hurt because of her.
Feeding him didn’t feel inappropriate. It felt necessary.
When he was little, his favorite food had been thick, mushy soup.
Hearing him say he was hungry, she quickly picked up the soup and, blinking away tears, said, “I’ll feed you some soup first. Then we can try something else.”
The door to Jackson’s hospital room was wide open.
James stood just outside, hearing everything.
He’d already asked the doctor about Jackson’s condition.
It was a superficial injury – nothing serious. A few days’ rest and he’d be discharged.
Jackson was young and strong. There was no way he was too weak to hold a fork.
He just wanted Lily to feed him.
Shameless. Completely shameless.
James knew the truth, Lily’s heart belonged to Jackson.
After what Jackson had done – shielding her from a knife with his own body – Lily was bound to love him even more. She was touched, worried, full of gratitude… and affection.
James understood that in this triangle, he was the outsider.
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Seeing her gently feeding Jackson soup, he knew his presence was unnecessary intrusive, even.
But he couldn’t accept it.
He didn’t want Lily feeding Jackson. He didn’t want them gazing at each other sweetly like lovers.
So he walked to the door, knocked symbolically, and stepped inside.
“James?” Lily blinked in surprise. Clearly, she hadn’t expected him.
“Yeah.”
His tone was flat, face expressionless. His gaze locked onto the spoonful of soup she was about to bring to Jackson’s lips – and he snatched the bowl straight out of her hands.
“I heard Jackson say he’s too weak right now… can’t even lift a fork.”
“Well, I’ve got nothing going on today. I can stay at the hospital to help take care of him.”
“I can feed him. And if needed… help him bathe.”
James’s voice was calm, but the words were full of barbed intent.
He knew Jackson was playing the helpless card/ If the guy couldn’t even eat, he’d surely turn up the act tonight – whining about not being able to wash himself, trying to get Lily to do it for him.
But Lily was his wife.
There was no way James would let that shameless punk get his wish.
“Here. Eat.” James smiled
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– lips only and shoved a spoonful of soup at Jackson’s face.
He wanted to feed Jackson. He wanted to bathe him.
Lily’s eyes widened in horror.
Suddenly, she remembered something important: James liked men.
And Jackson was ridiculously good-looking. Polite. Sweet.
Could it be… that James was into Jackson?
“Cough, cough-“
Jackson choked on his own spit.
He’d been putting on a pitiful act in front of Lily to get her sympathy-
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