###Chapter 7
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Jackson stood by the window, seemingly on a call, his tall, imposing figure facing Evangeline's hospital room.
Her fingers tightened around her phone. She had no intention of confronting him about his infidelity in public.
Just as she stepped away, her freshly powered—on phone suddenly rang.
Her heart lurched. It was Jackson calling her.
"Evie?" Jackson turned at the familiar ringtone.
Evangeline instinctively declined the call and lowered her head, hurrying toward the elevators. She wasn't sure if he had seen her.
But she could faintly hear Aveline murmuring something to Jackson she couldn't quite make out.
Only that sickeningly sweet "Jax" pierced through, each syllable a cut to her.
By the time she stepped into the elevator, Jackson's video call request flashed on her screen.
What did he call for again? To explain?
Evangeline suppressed the turmoil inside and answered the video call.
The signal in the elevator was weak, the video lagging, but she could still hear the urgency in Jackson's voice as he spoke while resorting to hand gestures.
"Evie, why did you turn off your phone during your trip? I was worried. Don't be so reckless next time, okay?"
So, he wasn't here to explain. He had fabricated an excuse for ignoring her for three days.
The last glimmer of hope faded away.
If he had cared even a little, a man of his influence, someone who could bend hospitals to his will, would have known she had been lying unconscious in the next room for three days.
"Jack," she cut him off before he could twist reality further."The signal's bad in here. I'll call you later."
Just as she was about to end the call, Aveline's voice came through the speakers,"Jax, can you bring me a towel? I forgot to take one into the shower."
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