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.”

Jackson’s eyes narrowed asudden in skepticism. “How… Why would Jacqueline

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 herself to be subjected to the judgment of others?” Silas

agape, Jackson was rendered speechless because he knew it was as Silas described. Jacqueline’s arrogance and egocentricity meant that she would rather die than place herself

must have really taken

low that no

quiet sniffles, though, betrayed the fact that

Silas, who could do little except sigh in response for he understood why Jackson cried so piteously. How could anyone not do so upon the death of one’s own beloved? Although Dr. Baker had stated that he was not

emotional state wound up a mess in response to Jacqueline’s

to offer up some words

grief?” Jackson gave a

could I take it easy when the love of

the Stanford Hospital?”

been sent to the Stanford Hospital morgue not

asked no more and ended the call outright. Then, he removed his glasses to wipe away his 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 on. He