Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293 Utterly Exhausted

Shane grunted in affirmation as he massaged his temples.

He reckoned he should indeed leave the place right away to cool himself down.

As such, he turned and headed toward the door with Natalie. Silas threw an icy glare at Jacqueline and followed them out.

Only when their backs disappeared from her line of vision and after the door closed did that sadistic smirk on her face fade away. The next second, she sat on the bed and angled her blank stares toward the floor, almost as if her soul had left her body.

She felt exhausted, utterly exhausted.

Having been someone with an extreme and radical mindset all her life, Jacqueline would unequivocally send anyone who upset her to hell.

She had resorted to the same way of dealing with people against who were her, and that was no exception for either Shane's parents or hers. It had never crossed her mind that there was something wrong with her action.

Yet now, she felt doubtful. The sudden revelation came after Jackson's visit earlier.

At the same time, she began to feel that despite whatever she had done, she had received nothing in return. Instead, she had been living a vagrant life.

My life is pathetic. What's the point of everything? Everything I've done was for nothing!

Jacqueline was overwhelmed with doubts.

She could not believe how her past deeds were purely a joke and that all her efforts had come to naught. Her life was such a complete mess.

Shane's hatred for me is so intense. What will he do to me? Will he send me to jail, or will he punish me by himself? If he decides to send me to jail, I won't be able to stay there for long since those things I've done are sufficient to land me with a death sentence. But given his deep hatred for me, if he chooses the second option, there's no way he'll allow me to live. He'll unquestionably send me to hell to make me pay.

She then recalled the time when she was discharged from the hospital about six months ago. The doctor had told her that the car accident had caused significant damage to her body, and she only had about a decade to live.

In other words, it's death regardless of which outcome I'll consequently get. If that's so, why am I keeping my hopes up? I'm sick and tired of all this.

It was especially after hearing from Jackson that he no longer loved her anymore, and neither did he want to see her anymore did she feel so terribly worn out. She had a strong urge to put things to an end. With those thoughts in mind, Jacqueline gripped her blanket tightly as she began crawling along the edge of the bed.

The next second, she fell off to the ground with a loud thud.

Coupled with the strong impact as her legs hit the floor, she screamed in pain.

The two bodyguards outside heard her screams and hurriedly opened the door to check. "What's wrong?"

Jacqueline did not answer. Neither did she bother to check on her legs.

With her face twisted in pain and cold sweat beaded on her forehead, she bit her lip hard and crawled toward the bathroom while tolerating the excruciating pain in her lower limbs. Seeing that, the two bodyguards heaved a sigh of relief.

"All right. There's no need to care about her. She probably only needs to use the bathroom," one of the bodyguards remarked.

The other bodyguard was perplexed. "Why didn't she ask for help if she wanted to go to the bathroom? She tries to move by herself and instead falls off the bed. Is she an idiot?"

"That's none of our business. She refuses to seek help, so she only has herself to blame for falling. Anyway, Mr. Shane has ordered us to watch her. It's fine as long as she doesn't die. We don't have to care about anything else."

"That's true."

With that, the two bodyguards closed the door and retreated to their position.

In truth, Jacqueline had overheard their mockery.

If it were the past, she would have killed them right away.

However, she was completely unresponsive now.

Ever since Jackson left, she clearly felt that half of her soul was missing. Despite her other half still intact, she could no longer muster an ounce of energy. It almost felt like she had given up on herself.