The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 991

Lillian could only knock on the door and ask, “Callum, are you okay? Should I inform Dave and have a doctor come check on you?”

However, the response she received was a profound silence. After some time, she finally heard a hoarse voice coming from the room. “I-I’m fine. N-No need to get… the doctor.”

Every word Callum uttered came out with such difficulty.

When Lillian continued to inquire, all she heard was Callum’s voice. “Stop… talking. I want to be alone! Lillian, consider it… as my plea to you.”

Lillian stopped talking and quietly stood guard at the room door.

Callum had no idea how he got through the night. It was as if he had been hollowed out. “This is my mother’s way of treating her son, huh?” he commented inwardly.

When the sunlight streamed in through the curtains and bathed him in its glow, his eyelashes fluttered slightly. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

He was disheveled and worn out. It had been a while since he felt this way.

Callum took a set of fresh clothes and entered the bathroom, allowing the warm water to wash over his body.

His mind flashed back to the events upon returning to the manor the night before.

He had come dangerously close to harming Lillian and the baby in her belly the night before.

Callum did not expect that the one causing him the deepest pain would be his biological mother.

flashed in Callum’s eyes at the

that she thought

a child. He was no longer Ysabel’s pawn. Her plans had

Callum believed Ysabel was seething with anger

up, Callum changed his clothes and opened the room door. As soon as the door opened,

She had a quilt beneath her and was covered with a blanket. The noise from Callum opening the door caused her to startle awake. Lillian

actions reminded Callum of a cat washing its face! He could

my room door

a warm sensation welling up in his chest. It spread through his veins. Right then, he felt like crying.

always managed to evoke his innermost emotions.

he heard her exclaim, “Callum, are you okay? Do you

touched all over

fine now,”

feel that the temperature of his forehead had returned to normal. He was not burning up like

eat something you shouldn’t?” Lillian whispered.

his eyes and

quickly added, “I-I’m just guessing! The way you were yesterday… It seemed similar to a novel plot. Did someone set you up? Did they want to force themselves on you and turn

was brilliant or naive. At times, she seemed rather naive. Yet, in moments like this, her guesses

But, there won’t be a next time for such matters,” he

spoke, his expression darkened, and a trace of coldness

she felt at

a fatal blow in the next