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

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

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 the

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raised his hand as if he wanted

hand was about to make contact, he hesitated and withdrew it, as if he feared that touching her would make it harder to

eyes flickered. “Is what you’re saying…

desire, you couldn’t provide. So, you’re not right for me. I need a woman

lowered her eyelids, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Callum continued

them looked like sculptures

moved, and she murmured softly, “Callum… So, your love for me is nothing much.”

contracted, and his face turned pale. His clenched fists at

her smile was so bitter.

had never felt such pain when she was about to die, but now she

almost struggled to lift her hand, her fingers caressing

the one she had touched and admired countless times, now felt strangely foreign.

listening to him now, had she mentally prepared

no more ties between us,” she murmured, her fingertip gently landing on

didn’t want the final separation to be filled with

to go from being the person he loved the most to becoming his

in parting, even if they no longer loved each other in the future, she hoped for an

love for her was far