Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 1307 To The Morgue

Lowering his eyes, Silas sighed. “Although I understand your feelings, Dr. Baker, I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t deceiving you. Jacqueline’s really dead, and her body has already been transported to Stanford Hospital.”

Stanford Hospital also happened to be Stanley’s previous place of employment.

When he heard Silas’ words, Jackson felt like his heart was being crushed. It hurt so much that it left him feeling short of breath.

He held the phone in a vice-like grip. “Why? How could it have happened so quickly? It was you lot who killed her, am I right?”

All along, Jackson was aware that Shane had no intentions of handing Jacqueline over to the police and that the man sought to procure justice for himself.

Hence, he thought it highly possible that Shane could have killed Jacqueline.

That got Silas’ brow bunched up into a frown. “You’ve misunderstood us, Dr. Baker. Although we did indeed plan to kill her, we aren’t responsible for it. She was the one who took her own life.”

asudden in skepticism. “How… Why would Jacqueline kill

the matter, Dr. Baker. Ms. Graham knew that we are not going to let her off, so out of desperation, she chose to take matters into her own hands. Seeing how much you loved her, you ought to know as well as anyone her prideful and conceited nature. How would someone like that ever allow herself to be subjected to the judgment of

agape, Jackson was rendered speechless because he knew it was as Silas described. Jacqueline’s arrogance and egocentricity meant that she

have really taken her

Jackson dumbstruck. He sunk his head so low that

though, betrayed the fact that

death of one’s own beloved? Although Dr. Baker had stated that he

was no surprise how Jackson emotional state

in mind, Silas thumbed up the glasses on his nose bridge and tried to offer up some words of consolation. “I understand your sorrow, Dr.

grief?” Jackson

when the love of my life is

the Stanford Hospital?” Jackson stood to his feet, sounding

“Yes. She had been sent to the Stanford Hospital morgue not too long

he raced in the direction of the elevator and made