Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 910

Shane stalked over to Jackson. "Where is Jacqueline?"

Lowering his eyes, Jackson murmured, "Please have a seat, and we'll talk."

"I asked you where Jacqueline is!" Shane kicked the desk so that that it screeched across the floor.

At the sight of the askew desk, Jackson knew that his best friend was truly livid and no longer dared to keep him in suspense. "She has left," he answered honestly.

Stricken by guilt, Jackson hung his head. "I-It was me who let her go. After leaving the villa, she left by herself. Even I have no idea where she's gone right now."

"Ah, what a great answer!" Shane gave a bark of sardonic laughter. "Jackson, I want to know why you did that."

"Jacqueline contacted me and begged me to save her. She threatened to commit suicide if I didn't agree to help her. Shane, you know she would've had no qualms doing so, considering her extreme personality." Jackson looked at him beseechingly.

However, Shane merely snorted in response. "I don't deny that, but I've already removed all dangerous objects from her room. As such, she couldn't have done so."

"While that's true, a person who seeks death has thousands of ways to go around it that you can't guard against all possibilities," Jackson argued.

Shane's hands balled into fists. "So, you capitulated because you think that she'll truly commit suicide?"

Jackson grunted in affirmation. "Yes. I love her. I've always loved her, so I can't twiddle my thumbs while she loses her mind or dies. I'm sorry, Shane. Since I'm the one who freed her this time, just vent your anger on me."

"Don't worry, for I'll definitely do so. However, I won't let her off either." After saying that with narrowed eyes, Shane spun around to leave.

"Shane!" Jackson called him back.

At that, Shane halted in his tracks.

Taking a deep breath, Jackson pleaded, "Shane, can you please spare her this once since she has already left? Perhaps she has truly repented."

"That's utter stupidity!" Canting his head, Shane ruthlessly scoffed, "Do you really think she has repented? No, not at all! If that's ever possible, she would've seen the errors of her ways long ago. She wouldn't have asked you to help her escape!"

"I know, but..."

"Do you really love her?" Shane interrupted all of a sudden.

For a moment, Jackson was taken aback. "What?"

"I asked if you really love her," Shane repeated.

Jackson frowned. "Of course."

"But it seems to me that it's not love at all. Instead, it's an indulgence," Shane asserted. "You claim to love her, yet you never once considered getting her to go for treatment despite knowing that she has a severe mental illness. You knew that she had done something wrong, yet you never thought of having her bear the consequences of her actions. Instead, you helped her to escape and evade her responsibility. Is that love?"

Jackson's mouth opened as though he wanted to protest, but he simply couldn't utter the words that were right on the tip of his tongue.

He felt that he wasn't indulging her by doing all that, merely reluctant to see her suffer.

But in the face of Shane's rebuke, he couldn't refute it.

"The reason she worsened is because of you, Jackson. She knows that you'll feel sorry for her, help her, and save her, so she dares to go increasingly further each time. Jackson, you think this is love, but in reality, you're accelerating her ruination. Think about it."

Having said that, Shane retracted his gaze and strode out of Jackson's office.

After he had left, Jackson slumped in his chair alone. His head buzzed with a million thoughts.

Am I... really accelerating her ruin as Shane said?

Inwardly, he wanted to refute it and insist that Shane was wrong.

But at the same time, another voice in his heart whispered that Shane was right.

It was because he helped Jacqueline multiple times that she had nothing to fear.

Lowering his head, he clutched his hair tightly with both hands. His emotions were a chaotic mess, and a faint sense of regret assailed him.