Chapter 1110
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Suddenly, Callum stiffened up before raising his head slowly to look at her. âWhy are you here?â he said in a dry voice, forcing a smile as he did She was startled by the haggardness on his face. âYou look awful! Your flight back must have been exhausting. Why donât you come home and rest? You can deal with everything else after a good rest.â
Lillian approached Callum as she spoke. âWhen did you arrive? You should have given me a call as soon as you got off the plane.â
Callum did not answer. Instead, he threw his arms around her waist without warning and pressed his face against her belly.
Lillian was stunned. âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â
Her voice was so gentle that the weight on his heart became unbearable.
He could not bring himself to tell her that it was his mother who almost killed her and her unborn child, nor could he tell her that what he did to exact vengeance on her behalf was merely keeping his mother from stepping out of the castle for the rest of her life.
He did not send the perpetrators to be punished by the law, nor did he have them pay for their crimes.
âWould she blame me?â he wondered.
The guilt weighed so heavily on his heart that he could hardly breathe.
Lillian knew that something had happened from the way Callum remained silent.
âWeâre together now, Callum. You can tell me if thereâs anything bothering you. We could at least face it together even if I canât help.â Lillian caressed his black hair. âYou couldnât have forgotten the promise we made when we got married, could you?â
Callum trembled slightly. âI didnât forget,â he said quietly. âJust like how I didnât forget that I once told you that I would protect you from any harm.â
Despite that, he was the one who had brought about her greatest suffering.
âHavenât you been protecting me and Yasmin?â Lillian said.
âBut Iâ¦â Callum held Lillian even tighter in a rare instance of helplessness.
âWell, you donât have to tell me now. You can tell me whenever you feel ready to.â Lillian patted him on the back. âLetâs go home. You havenât seen Katrina for days. Donât you miss her?â
âHow could he not want to?â she thought. âItâs justâ¦â
Callum looked up slowly and stared at Lillian. âDid you know the poison almost killed you and the baby and that the mastermind behind that scheme was my mother?â
Lillian was stunned. âYour mother?â she echoed in surprise.
She had always known his mother disliked her, but she never thought the latter would resort to that.
Such an act was no different from committing murder.
âYes. My mother.â He smiled bitterly, but he looked as though he was about to cry.
Lillian held Callumâs face. âThatâs your motherâs doing, not yours, and wonât blame you for that. All I know is that you have been doing everything possible to protect me and our child.â
Callum took Lillianâs hand and held it in his.
âBe that as it may, I gave her a way out. I didnât hand the evidence to the police. Instead, I merely kept her from leaving the house for life,â Callum murmured. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorryâ¦â
With his head bowed, he murmured an incessant stream of apologies.
âYouâve done enough for me, Callum. Donât be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for!â Lillian said.
âYou kept your mother from leaving her home, which is no different from sending her to jail. Do you think I would blame you or think that you are protecting her because sheâs your mother?â
âIâ¦â He began helplessly. The woman before him seemed to see through his innermost fears.
âIâm glad you didnât keep it from me and gotten justice for me. Even if the person responsible was your mother, you made things right for me instead of covering everything up and pretending that nothing happened,â Lillian said.
He froze, and then raised his head slowly once more. âYouâre glad?â
âI am. Iâm glad that you protected me like this. But Iâll be sad again because I know you must feel awful.
You are, arenât you?â said she.
He would not have opted to stay in the office instead of going home.
She knew that he did not wish her to see him sad.
âYou donât have to hide your emotions from me, Callum. Sheâs your mother. I know. To her, youâll always be-â
âNever again!â Callum declared. This time, he saw it more clearly than ever before. âI will only live for you and our child from now on, Lillian!â he murmured, then kissed her on the lips.
That was his promise to her. The most important promise of his life.
Lillian, however, felt nothing but distress for him. She vowed to love him with everything for the rest of her life.
While Warren was lying on the bed in his VIP ward of the hospital, a nurse was inserting a needle into his forearm to draw some blood.
Meanwhile, a doctor in a white coat was perusing the examination report. âYour physical examination report is out, Mr. York,â he told Warren. âYou seem to be in good shape. Though a portion of your liver was removed five years ago, it appears to be in good shape. Everything is looking fine.â
âIf there is ever a need to donate my liver again, will I have enough?â Warren asked.
The doctor hesitated. âWell⦠You just did five years ago. Though the human liver will regenerate, it has only been five years, after all; the risk will be much greater for you than the first time if you do it again.
As a doctor, I do not recommend it.â
âIn other words, there is still a chance of a successful donation, isnât there?â Warren pressed on.
âWellâ¦â The doctor hesitated once more. âThere is still the possibility of successful donation, but itâs slim.â
âI see. One more thingâ¦â Warren eyed the contents of the bulging blood bag. âIâll leave my blood stored in your establishment, and Iâll come every once in a while to donate some. That way, if my wife needs a transplant during her delivery, there wonât be a shortage. However, I hope the hospital will not disclose this to anybody, and that includes my wife.â