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But the overwhelming, unceasing heartache, along with the surge of despair, consumed her.
In that instant, she felt as if she had split in two.
One part was resilient and brave, telling her she had to live, that she couldn’t give up hope, if only for the babies.
The other part was broken and in pain, telling her she had to be with James, whether in life or in death.
In the end, the broken part of her briefly triumphed. She rushed to the window, ready to throw it open and jump.
“Lily!”
Mergan’s face drained of color.
He thought telling her the news would stop her from constantly thinking of leaving him for James. He never imagined she would try to jump.
This was the fourth floor.
The ground below was covered in broken glass.
If she jumped, she had no chance of survival.
The cool night wind hit Lily’s face, snapping her back to reality.
If she were alone, she could die.
But she was carrying two small lives. What right did she have to selfishly decide their fate?
If James was really gone, these babies were the only part of him left in the world. She had to take care of them.
James, I miss you so much…
I truly hope Mergan is lying…
But in that video, your face… so lifeless. You lost so much blood. I’m so scared…
Lily climbed numbly down from the windowsill.
Before her feet even touched the floor, Mergan grabbed her, holding her tightly.
His chest was heaving, his voice thick with lingering terror and a desperate fear of loss.
“Lily, don’t do anything stupid… We’ve known each other for sixteen years. How long have you even known James? You used to care about me so much. You will again. Don’t do something this foolish for someone unimportant, alright?”
Lily blankly peeled Mergan’s hands off her.
She was in too much pain to argue.
But she knew in her heart that the past was just the past.
She might have cared for Mergan once, but the moment she walked out of the Ginger family home over four years ago, they had all ceased to be family in her eyes.
Hah!
Mergan calls James “unimportant”…
James is my husband. How could he be unimportant? Compared to James, Mergan is nothing.
“Lily…”
Feeling his arms empty, Mergan’s brow furrowed.
He hated that she pushed him away for another man.
But he knew she was emotionally unstable. He didn’t try to grab her again. Instead, he asked gently, “What do you want to eat? You used to say my cooking was the best. I’ll make something for you.”
Lily had barely eaten anything recently, surviving on IV nutrition. That wasn’t a long-term solution. He wanted her to eat.
Lily didn’t speak. She just lowered her gaze, stroking her still-flat abdomen as if her soul had left her body.
Did I ever say his cooking was the best?
I think…
The memories of her time at the Ginger family home, the ones that had once seemed warm and happy, were becoming increasingly blurred.
Her entire being was now filled with endless grief and longing. She didn’t feel hungry, but she knew the babies inside her needed nourishment.
She just didn’t dare to eat anything Mergan offered.
She was terrified he would put something in the food to make her miscarry.
If that happened, she would lose the last part of James she had left.
“Lily, your body is still weak, so you can’t have anything too greasy. I can’t make those ribs you like, but how about I make you some fish soup?”
Seeing Lily’s unfocused stare, as if she were a soulless doll, Mergan felt a rare wave of helplessness.
He spoke gently, almost pleadingly, “Don’t ignore me… Can you just say something?”
“I want to go home.”
After a long wait, that was all Lily said.
Mergan was both anxious and angry, and he suddenly didn’t want to hear any more.
He stopped asking. He turned, left the room, and went downstairs to the kitchen to make her dinner.
The door shut heavily. Lily, like a lost child, curled up in the corner, her numbly, “I want to go home…”
She missed not only James, but also Nancy, Grace, and the others. eyes red, and repeated
Without even realizing it, she had long since come to see the Luke family as her true family.
She wanted to be with them, not kept like a pet by a madman.
Soon, Mergan returned with a bowl of fish soup.
He was a fast learner.
Years ago, when he saw Bodger make Lily food that made her smile, he had asked the nanny to teach him how to cook.
His very first attempt had been surprisingly delicious.
Lily had eaten it happily, declaring that his cooking was the best in the world.
Seeing her pure, sweet smile, he had fallen in love with cooking.
Cooking for her.
His skills had only improved with age. It was no exaggeration to say his cooking now rivaled that of a top chef.
Even a simple fish soup became a fragrant, beautiful dish in his hands.
The chef in this villa felt ashamed just smelling the aroma.