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.

slowly approached Lillian’s bedside. He crouched down and tilted his chin up slightly, creating an angle where she looked down on

that being with you was a simple matter. But in the end, you’re not right for me.” He spoke softly, his voice tender, like a lover’s whisper, yet each word was icy cold.

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

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as if he wanted

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

“Is what you’re saying…

desire, you couldn’t

thought. Meanwhile, Callum continued to kneel before her, as if waiting for

them looked like sculptures frozen

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

suddenly contracted, and his face turned pale. His clenched fists at his side were an attempt

but her smile was so bitter.

pain when she was about to

lift her hand, her fingers

the one she had touched and

of seeing the news to calmly listening to him now, had she mentally prepared herself for

then, from now on, we have no more ties between us,” she murmured, her fingertip gently

separation to be filled with

want to go from being the person he loved the most to becoming his enemy.

she hoped for an amicable breakup. After all, this man had been the one

wanted, and his love for her was far less than what