Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier)

Chapter 96

"Lily..." Hazel called out as she saw Lily getting ready to leave, her eyes filling with tears again.

"Enough with the crying!" Bobby snapped, "Calling after her won't do any good. She and Xavier are about to get divorced!"

Hazel gasped. "How could she be so irresponsible, upsetting Xavier at a time like this? What about Hayden's medical expenses and our family?"

Bobby was frantic, pacing around like a caged animal. "Why are you asking me? How would I know? Why did I end up with a wife like you and a daughter who can't get things right, dragging poor Hayden into this mess?" He ranted, and Hazel didn't dare interrupt. She only shrank back and listened.

"I told you to take Lily to the doctor to check why she's not pregnant yet. Have you taken her there?"

Bobby thought about how Lily had been married for two years but had yet to get pregnant. Of course, the Fulton family wouldn't keep her around.

Hazel was both anxious and angry. "I tried to convince her, but she wouldn't listen. Then Hayden's accident happened, and I couldn't keep track of everything."

"You're so useless! There's a nurse to look after Hayden here. Go and handle this now!" Bobby barked.

Thankfully, Lily hadn't signed the divorce agreement yet, so the Joyner family could hold out a bit longer. Hopefully, during this time, Lily would get her act together and have Xavier's child.

On the hospital rooftop, the wind was strong, blowing Lily's coat around her like a sail.

In front of her was a low wall, about four feet high, from which she could see most of Jadeford spread out below. She looked calm, but her mind was racing, desperately searching for a way out of this impossible situation.

Having just started her job, her salary as an intern was only 2,000 dollars a month. In three months, when she became a permanent employee, her salary would rise to 3,000 dollars.

To qualify as a designer for Lupier, it would take at least two years. Only then could she expect to make 7,000 dollars a month.

By then, the amount would still fall short of the amount needed each month for Hayden's treatment. Her dry lips parted slightly as she stared blankly into the distance.

The rooftop door creaked open, and Terence stepped out. He slowed his steps when he saw her standing there, so still. His footsteps were soft. She only noticed him when he was close by. "Terence," she whispered, almost convinced she was imagining him.

"I had something to do at the hospital and heard about Hayden. I wanted to check on you." Terence wore an olive-green coat with a black shirt underneath. He stepped in front of her, blocking the chilly wind. The gusts touseled his short hair.

"Oh." Lily didn't know what else to say and turned her gaze back to the distant view.

She hadn't told Maryanne about all of this right away. The latter wasn't the type who could console her, especially not at a moment like this.

She'd just wanted some time alone. Yet, for some reason, seeing Terence there made her want to open up and vent her frustrations.

Maybe it was because he'd been there for her so much lately. But she held back. He wasn't her real brother. He wasn't someone she could rely on forever.

Still, she said, "Terence, I can't get divorced now."

"I can help with Hayden's situation."

Terence had thought she might cry or say something-anything-to let her emotions out. He waited, but the words he'd hoped for didn't come.

"Thank you, but no."

She didn't want to be indebted to him.

A shadow of sadness and concern passed in his dark, clear eyes as he looked down at her. "If you agree to one thing for me, you won't have to repay me," he said softly.