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.”

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the truth of 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

as Silas described. Jacqueline’s arrogance and egocentricity meant that she would rather die than place herself at

have really

low that no one could

the fact

in response for he understood why Jackson cried so piteously. How could anyone not do so upon the death of one’s own beloved? Although Dr. Baker had stated that he was not in love with Jacqueline anymore and would not see her again, he could not have just let go of his feelings within such a short

surprise how Jackson emotional state wound up a mess in response

Silas thumbed up the glasses on his nose bridge and tried to offer up some words of

my grief?” Jackson gave a

could I take it easy when the love of

that Jacqueline is now at the Stanford Hospital?” Jackson stood to his feet, sounding

with a nod. “Yes. She had been sent to the Stanford Hospital

to wipe away his own tears. Picking up his pace, he raced in the direction of the elevator and made his way out of the hospital without even changing out of the surgery attire he had on. He flagged