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“In that case, I know nothing more. Madam, why don't you visit Ms. Rivers and ask her in person?” Mrs. Wilson
suggested.
Natalie nodded. “That works too. I'll do it the day after. Since it's the weekend, I can use the opportunity to visit
Joyce's parents too. All right then, Mrs. Wilson. I'm done with the food and will be heading to the office.”
“Go ahead. Be careful out there,” Mrs. Wilson reminded.
Natalie nodded with a smile. “I will. Don't worry. Bye.”
After waving her hand, she left Thompson villa.
Meanwhile, at Thompson Group, Shane had just finished his meeting. When he came out of the conference room,
Silas approached him with a complicated look. “Mr. Thompson, Dr. Baker is here.”
Shane stopped in his tracks. “Jackson? Wasn't he locked up at home? How did he get out?”
“I have no idea, but he has probably seen the light. That's why he was let out. Initially, I, too, assumed that he had
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtescaped. Therefore, when I contacted Prof. Baker, he told me that he had let Jackson out,” Silas explained.
Shane nodded in acknowledgment. “Where is he now?”
“In the reception room, waiting for you.”
“Mmm-hmm, let's go.” Shane nodded to indicate his agreement to see Jackson.
Upon arriving at the reception room, Silas opened the door.
Jackson was seated on the sofa with a glass of water in hand. With his head lowered, he looked as if he was spacing
out.
Shane strode into the room with a frown.
At the sound of footsteps, Jackson regained his senses and raised his gaze at Shane. He forced out a smile on that
babyface of his. “Shane, you're here.”
“If you don't feel like smiling, just don't. It looks horrible.” Shane took a seat on the sofa opposite him.
At the same time, Silas prepared coffee by the side.
As Shane's scathing words exposed his awkward smile, Jackson lowered his head in embarrassment. “I'm sorry.”
Shane is right. I really don't feel like smiling and can't even manage a proper one. I was just doing it out of courtesy.
Even without Shane pointing it out to him, he, too, knew how hypocritical it looked.
“Mr. Thompson.” Silas handed Shane his coffee.
Upon receiving it, Shane put it on the table instead of drinking. Looking at Jackson, he plainly remarked, “Tell me.
How did you get out?”
Jackson spun the cup in his hands. “My dad let me out, as I no longer have the desire to die alongside Jacqueline.”
“Oh?” Shane cocked his brow. “Have you seen the light and stopped trying to kill yourself?”
Jackson smiled wryly. “I felt like dying right after hearing the news about Jacqueline. It was a sudden urge triggered
by the shock I felt. However, after I managed to calm down, I realized how ridiculous it was to even think of that.”
If Shane hadn't stopped him then, he would likely have committed suicide alongside Jacqueline. Had he succeeded,
his parents would have been devastated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn fact, they might be dealt a blow so heavy that illness would beset them, causing them to die from grief.
If it came to that, he was truly unworthy of being their son.
While observing Jackson, Shane cracked a fleeting smile that quickly faded as if nothing had happened. “Clearly,
recent events have caused you to mature.”
“Should I thank you for your compliment?” Jackson took a sip of his coffee.
“That's not necessary,” Shane replied with a serious expression. Subsequently, he asked, “Since you no longer want
to kill yourself, what brings you here?”
Jackson raised his gaze and suggested, “I would like you to hand Jacqueline's body over to me.”
Shane was slightly surprised. “What do you want her body for?”
Does he plan to turn her into a stuffed specimen at home so that he can stare at her every day?
As if he could read Shane's mind, Jackson's lips twitched. “Stop letting your imagination run wild. I just want to pay
my respects and personally bury her alongside my feelings. Just think of it as my final farewell to her. Don't worry.
I'm telling you the truth. Also, my dad has agreed to it.”
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