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.

approached Lillian’s bedside. He crouched down and tilted his chin up slightly, creating

the end, you’re not right for me.” He spoke

White family’s illegitimate child, looked down upon by others. So, I made a vow back then. One day, I would trample all those who looked down on me under my feet. I did love

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he spoke, he raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her

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

what you’re

genuine. But what I truly desire, you couldn’t provide. So, you’re not right for me. I need a woman who can support my ambitions,” Callum

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

looked like sculptures

lips moved, and she murmured softly,

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

smiled gently, but her smile was so

such pain when she was about to die, but

her hand, her fingers caressing his

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

him now, had she mentally prepared herself

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

the final separation to be filled with

from being the person he loved the most

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

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