Giselle's face was ashen. She turned to look at him, totally dumbfounded.

"You won't have enough time to think about it!"

With his deep eyes half-closed, he once again sent her away with a flea in his ear.

>

What else can I do?>

"Why?" Perhaps subconsciously, Giselle stood there coldly, fixing on the man in front of her.

>

>

"Make your decision!"

Carr ignored Giselle and demanded.

He had never been patient with women. Seeing that Giselle hedged, he reacted with a look of disdain.

But as soon as he turned around, his arm was tightly grabbed. The next second, her anxious tone came, "I agree!"

She had said she could do anything for Randolph.

But when she made her decision, tears burst out of her eyes.

Carr looked at the woman who was crying silently. If it hadn't been for the phone call just now, he might have taken pity on her.

But she didn't deserve it!

"Hypocrite! Stop crying. It's disgusting!"

The man's cold words broke Giselle's heart again.

He really hated her!

"Will you be satisfied to insult me like this?"

Giselle blurted.

Then she added, "Randolph is very cute. You will like him."

The words sounded nothing special, but Carr's heart sank with a feeling of frustration.

Giselle turned around and went upstairs.

As soon as she changed her clothes, Carr pushed the door open and walked in.

Giselle, who was packing her clothes with her back to the door, felt a strong masculine aura. Carr came up to her, and his breath was brushed against her ear.

"Since you agree, let's start tonight."

Giselle paused and struggled violently.

"Mr. Jackson, please let go!"

She knew that Carr was reluctant to touch her from his expression the moment he entered the room, but she didn't know why he forced her to be his lover.

Was he trying to get back at her?

But he could do anything to have his revenge. Why did he keep her by his side like this?

"What trick are you playing?"

As Carr spoke, he held Giselle in his arms and pressed his lips against hers in a dominant way.

But it wasn't a kiss at all, it was a bite!

"Isn't that what you want?"

"What do you want now? The property of the Jackson family?"

His sarcasm, ruthlessness, and even disdain were reminding Giselle of how dangerous he was.

"Mr. Jackson, please don't."

Giselle struggled, and finally, Carr lost patience. He exerted force and tore Giselle's white shirt.

"Do you want to go back on your word? It seems that you don't want to save your son!"

Hearing that, Giselle stiffened again. >

"I know I've promised you, but I also need to take care of Randolph at the hospital tonight."

Giselle had promised Randolph to visit him tonight. She didn't want to disappoint Randolph.

"Who are you to bargain with me!"

With a gloomy face, Carr stared at her with his bottomless eyes, which made her even more nervous.

Vigilantly, Giselle looked at the man who was more than a head taller than her, and then pleaded, "Can I take a rain check? How about tomorrow? I really can't do it tonight."

"You're just my mistress! You're in no position to negotiate with me!"

Driven by sheer anger, Carr began to get violent at her. Soon, Giselle's shirt was torn up by him.

"Stop it, Carr..."

Giselle's mind flashed those unbearable memories. She didn't want to experience them again, not in a million years.

The fear in her heart made her resist him even harder, so hard that she managed to push Carr away from her.

She stood up, picked up her coat by the bed in a panic, wrapped herself tightly, and ran out the door.

"Stop, don't you wanna save your son?" Carr roared at her.

Giselle turned to look at him but still left in a hurry.

Her glance left Carr in shock.

It was not until two minutes later when he heard the sound of a car leaving that he came back to his senses.

Carr narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at the open door. His face flashed a trace of surprise but soon cooled down.

Slowly, he squeezed out a word in a deep tone, "Why?"

[In Senior Mrs. Jackson's bedroom]

"Senior Mrs. Jackson, you're right. Mrs. Jackson just drove away."

Hearing this, Senior Mrs. Jackson slowly opened her eyes and sighed helplessly.

"When will he understand it?"

"Senior Mrs. Jackson, Mr. Jackson is still young. He will understand it soon." Will said respectfully.

"Really?" Senior Mrs. Jackson replied with a bitter smile.

>

"Actually, Mr. Jackson is a grown-up now. I think he knows what he is doing."

Senior Mrs. Jackson ignored his words and said, "It's getting late. You can leave now."

"Yes, Senior Mrs. Jackson."

When the bedroom door was closed, Senior Mrs. Jackson murmured to herself, "Carr, you will regret it sooner or later."

The evening lights painted the city with magnificent colors.

Especially after a heavy rain, the city was tinged with an air of moisture.

And the air was refreshing.

After arriving at the parking lot of the hospital's Inpatient Department, Giselle felt that her fear and uneasiness had eased a little.

She took deep breaths again and again before finally calming herself down.

She looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock in the evening now. She had promised Randolph that she would arrive at nine o'clock, but she was already an hour late.

In a hurry, she turned around and got out of the car with the clothes prepared in advance. When she got to the bathroom in the hospital, she quickly changed them on and rushed to the ward.