The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1110

Chapter 1110

Chapter 1110

Suddenly, Callum stiffened up before raising his head slowly to look at her. “Why are you here?” he

said in a dry voice, forcing a smile as he did

She was startled by the haggardness on his face. “You look awful! Your flight back must have been

exhausting. Why don’t you come home and rest? You can deal with everything else after a good rest.”

Lillian approached Callum as she spoke. “When did you arrive? You should have given me a call as

soon as you got off the plane.”

Callum did not answer. Instead, he threw his arms around her waist without warning and pressed his

face against her belly.

Lillian was stunned. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Her voice was so gentle that the weight on his heart became unbearable.

He could not bring himself to tell her that it was his mother who almost killed her and her unborn child,

nor could he tell her that what he did to exact vengeance on her behalf was merely keeping his mother

from stepping out of the castle for the rest of her life.

He did not send the perpetrators to be punished by the law, nor did he have them pay for their crimes.

“Would she blame me?” he wondered.

The guilt weighed so heavily on his heart that he could hardly breathe.

Lillian knew that something had happened from the way Callum remained silent.

“We’re together now, Callum. You can tell me if there’s anything bothering you. We could at least face it

together even if I can’t help.” Lillian caressed his black hair. “You couldn’t have forgotten the promise

we made when we got married, could you?”

Callum trembled slightly. “I didn’t forget,” he said quietly. “Just like how I didn’t forget that I once told

you that I would protect you from any harm.”

Despite that, he was the one who had brought about her greatest suffering.

“Haven’t you been protecting me and Yasmin?” Lillian said.

“But I…” Callum held Lillian even tighter in a rare instance of helplessness.

“Well, you don’t have to tell me now. You can tell me whenever you feel ready to.” Lillian patted him on

the back. “Let’s go home. You haven’t seen Katrina for days. Don’t you miss her?”

“How could he not want to?” she thought. “It’s just…”

Callum looked up slowly and stared at Lillian. “Did you know the poison almost killed you and the baby

and that the mastermind behind that scheme was my mother?”

Lillian was stunned. “Your mother?” she echoed in surprise.

She had always known his mother disliked her, but she never thought the latter would resort to that.

Such an act was no different from committing murder.

“Yes. My mother.” He smiled bitterly, but he looked as though he was about to cry.

Lillian held Callum’s face. “That’s your mother’s doing, not yours, and won’t blame you for that. All I

know is that you have been doing everything possible to protect me and our child.”

Callum took Lillian’s hand and held it in his.

“Be that as it may, I gave her a way out. I didn’t hand the evidence to the police. Instead, I merely kept

her from leaving the house for life,” Callum murmured. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

With his head bowed, he murmured an incessant stream of apologies.

“You’ve done enough for me, Callum. Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for!” Lillian said.

“You kept your mother from leaving her home, which is no different from sending her to jail. Do you

think I would blame you or think that you are protecting her because she’s your mother?”

“I…” He began helplessly. The woman before him seemed to see through his innermost fears.

“I’m glad you didn’t keep it from me and gotten justice for me. Even if the person responsible was your

mother, you made things right for me instead of covering everything up and pretending that nothing

happened,” Lillian said.

He froze, and then raised his head slowly once more. “You’re glad?”

“I am. I’m glad that you protected me like this. But I’ll be sad again because I know you must feel awful.

You are, aren’t you?” said she.

He would not have opted to stay in the office instead of going home.

She knew that he did not wish her to see him sad.

“You don’t have to hide your emotions from me, Callum. She’s your mother. I know. To her, you’ll

always be-”

“Never again!” Callum declared. This time, he saw it more clearly than ever before. “I will only live for

you and our child from now on, Lillian!” he murmured, then kissed her on the lips.

That was his promise to her. The most important promise of his life.

Lillian, however, felt nothing but distress for him. She vowed to love him with everything for the rest of

her life.

While Warren was lying on the bed in his VIP ward of the hospital, a nurse was inserting a needle into

his forearm to draw some blood.

Meanwhile, a doctor in a white coat was perusing the examination report. “Your physical examination

report is out, Mr. York,” he told Warren. “You seem to be in good shape. Though a portion of your liver

was removed five years ago, it appears to be in good shape. Everything is looking fine.”

“If there is ever a need to donate my liver again, will I have enough?” Warren asked.

The doctor hesitated. “Well… You just did five years ago. Though the human liver will regenerate, it has

only been five years, after all; the risk will be much greater for you than the first time if you do it again.

As a doctor, I do not recommend it.”

“In other words, there is still a chance of a successful donation, isn’t there?” Warren pressed on.

“Well…” The doctor hesitated once more. “There is still the possibility of successful donation, but it’s

slim.”

“I see. One more thing…” Warren eyed the contents of the bulging blood bag. “I’ll leave my blood

stored in your establishment, and I’ll come every once in a while to donate some. That way, if my wife

needs a transplant during her delivery, there won’t be a shortage. However, I hope the hospital will not

disclose this to anybody, and that includes my wife.”