The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 697

It was clear that Callum a deliberate effort to conceal his emotions and thoughts.

However, that all fell apart when he heard about Lillian’s situation.

“But he’s with Madeline…” Rosalie said hesitantly.

“There must be some reason for it. Sometimes, you can’t have both power and a beautiful woman. You have to make a choice,” Jonathan said. “Are you saying Callum chose Madeline to reclaim his position in the White family?” Rosalie asked, clearly stunned.

“That’s just one possibility,” Jonathan replied.

Rosalie fell silent as she wondered, “Could it be true? What would Callum say to Lillian?”

Jonathan held Rosalie’s hand tightly, trying to comfort her in her current state of unease and tension.

Inside the ward, Lillian and Callum locked eyes. She couldn’t help but feel that even though he was so close, they had become distant.

In fact, they were even further than ever before.

“Is what the news said true?” she asked hesitantly. She had been awake for a while now, but only in recent days had she been able to speak, and even then, her words came out haltingly.

Callum remained silent for a while before finally uttering a quiet “yes.”

Lillian’s body trembled. “Are you… with another woman?” she asked. She strained to open her eyes wider as if trying to see him more clearly.

and tilted his chin up slightly, creating an angle

I’m not a good person. I used to think that being with you was a simple matter. But in the end, you’re not

then. One day, I would trample all those who looked down on me under my feet. I did love you at one point, but your presence didn’t help my career. In fact, it could have become a burden. Madeline, on the other hand, could use

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hand as if he

about to make contact, he hesitated and withdrew it, as if he feared that touching

flickered. “Is what you’re saying… the truth?”

desire, you couldn’t provide. So, you’re not

eyelids, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Callum continued to kneel

like sculptures frozen in time.

an eternity, Lillian’s dry lips moved, and she murmured softly, “Callum…

his face turned pale. His clenched fists at his side were an attempt to suppress

gently, but her smile

to die,

struggled to lift her hand, her fingers caressing his

had once been so familiar, the one she had touched and admired countless times, now felt

to him now, had

on, we have no more ties between us,” she murmured, her fingertip gently landing on his lips as

final separation to be filled with tears and

didn’t want to go from being the person he loved the most

loved each other in the future, she hoped for an amicable breakup. After all, this man had

couldn’t provide what he wanted, and his love for her was far less than what he hoped to