It was Jackson.
He arrived just in time to stop Lawrence from dealing the final verbal blow, and he stopped Hannah from hurting herself further.
Jackson held her tightly, soothing her manic frenzy. Hannah collapsed into his arms, her eyes bloodshot. A comforting embrace—a tender kiss to the top of her head—was all she had ever craved.
But Lawrence had never given her that. His constant evasion kept her fragile mental state teetering on the edge of collapse. Lawrence still walked out that day, the sound of Hannah sobbing hysterically against Jackson's chest echoing behind him.
"Jackson had come to beg her to return to the dance company. From that day on, she seemed a lot more stable. Shortly after, she sent the baby back to our home country. I honestly thought getting back to dancing had given her a distraction, leaving her with no time for the baby and no energy to obsess over me."
But Lawrence later found out from the nanny that Jackson frequently spent the night. The new nanny, unaware of the twisted family dynamics, awkwardly hinted to Lawrence about his sister's affair.
Hearing that brought Lawrence a massive wave of relief. The suffocating weight on his shoulders instantly vanished. He thought Jackson's presence was finally pulling her back to reality. As long as Lawrence was no longer the center of her delusional universe, they could fix this.
Lawrence let out a bitter laugh. "I genuinely thought she was getting better. After keeping an eye on things for a few days, I told her I was moving back... It sparked another explosive argument. She relapsed instantly. Jackson begged me not to rush things. She was wildly unpredictable. The second I mentioned leaving, or if I stayed away too long, she would resort to anything to force my hand."
Lawrence instinctually shied away from memories of that era. It was infinitely more terrifying than the months before she gave birth.

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