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.”

Jackson’s eyes narrowed asudden in skepticism. “How…

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 others?” Silas

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

have really taken her

left Jackson dumbstruck. He sunk his head so low that no

though, betrayed the fact

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,

it was no surprise how Jackson emotional state

thumbed up the glasses on his nose bridge and tried to offer up some words of consolation. “I understand your

Jackson gave a

when the love of my life

at the Stanford Hospital?” Jackson stood

been sent

his glasses 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 down a ride that took him