Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1307

To The Morgue

Lowering his eyes, Silas sighed. “Although I understand your feelings, Dr. Baker, I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t deceiving you. Jacqueline’s really dead, and her body has already been transported to Stanford Hospital.”

Stanford Hospital also happened to be Stanley’s previous place of employment.

When he heard Silas’ words, Jackson felt like his heart was being crushed. It hurt so much that it left him feeling short of breath.

He held the phone in a vice-like grip. “Why? How could it have happened so quickly? It was you lot who killed her, am I right?”

All along, Jackson was aware that Shane had no intentions of handing Jacqueline over to the police and that the man sought to procure justice for himself.

Hence, he thought it highly possible that Shane could have killed Jacqueline.

That got Silas’ brow bunched up into a frown. “You’ve misunderstood us, Dr. Baker. Although we did indeed plan to kill her, we aren’t responsible for it. She was the one who took her own life.”

eyes narrowed asudden in skepticism. “How… Why

let her off, so out of desperation, she chose to take matters into her own hands. Seeing how much you loved her, you ought to know as well as anyone her prideful and conceited nature. How would someone like that ever allow

was rendered speechless because he knew it was as Silas described. Jacqueline’s arrogance and egocentricity meant that she would rather

must have really

head so low that no one could see

though, betrayed the fact that

the death of one’s own beloved? Although Dr. Baker had stated that he was not in love with Jacqueline anymore and would not see her again, he could not have just let go of his feelings

was no surprise how Jackson emotional state wound

tried to offer up some words of consolation. “I understand your sorrow, Dr. Baker, but she’s gone. Please do restrain your

grief?” Jackson gave a bitter

could I take it easy when the love of my life

is now at the Stanford Hospital?” Jackson stood to his feet, sounding

“Yes. She had been sent to the Stanford Hospital morgue

own tears. Picking up his pace, he raced in the direction of the elevator and made his way out of the hospital without even changing out of the surgery attire he had