The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 274: To be loved

Meanwhile, in the general hospital where Felix Hale was admitted.

Felix was leaning against the headboard, feeling a lot better now. Raul was sitting on the chair near the bed, staring at his boss, who had been quietly staring out the window.

"Sir, what are you thinking?" Raul asked after a long silence.

"Rebecca," said Felix in a weak and coarse voice. "I had a dream, Raul."

Raul, his assistant, raised his brows. "What kind of dream, sir?"

"Rebecca." Again, that was all Felix said, as if that would explain everything.

After a momentary pause, he continued. "She’s the one who gave Fil her name. I dreamt about that time she chose that name."

Wasn’t Fil named after Felix?

Raul had always thought that was how they got the name Fil.

"I was reminded Rebecca said... that’s what our child wanted to be called," Felix shared as if he could still see that dream replaying right in front of him.

Back then, Rebecca was caressing her stomach while lulling herself in a rocking chair. When Felix came back, she welcomed him with a smile but stayed on the rocking chair. Rebecca then told him about it.

Raul furrowed his brows, assuming the chairman was simply having those episodes again. How could a stillborn child name itself?

"She also said Filomena means... to be loved." Felix’s eyes softened. "It has such a beautiful and somehow sorrowful meaning, isn’t it?"

Raul nodded and stayed quiet. But only after a few seconds, he notices the heart rate monitor slowly rise. He had been in and out of the hospital with Felix and hence, he had familiarized himself with these technologies.

"Sir?" Raul shifted his eyes to Felix, only to see the chairman’s eyes slowly closed. This time, he panicked. "Sir?! Sir!"

Raul quickly pressed a button to call for emergency help. free𝑤ebnovel.com

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At the same time, Fil and Jackson spent the day with Michael. They mostly talked about little things, sharing some old stories they could broach, and simply had a great time.

Michael eventually felt comfortable around Jackson because, unlike what he expected, Jackson was very friendly. He wasn’t as arrogant as one would expect, considering his standing. So eventually, Michael understood why Fil was marrying the guy.

Jackson seemed like a sincere guy. It was more than reassuring Fil was marrying such a person.

But as their early dinner came to an end, Jackson excused himself to take a call. Once he left the table, Michael squinted his eyes at Fil.

"What?" Fil immediately felt defensive. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Michael pointed a finger at her and shook it mildly. "You are one lucky gal. Give me some luck, will you?"

"You don’t need luck," she pouted briefly. But then, her expression turned solemn. "Mike, seriously. You should take care."

"Don’t worry about that." Michael waved dismissively, knowing what she was referring to. "They don’t know who I am, and they’ll die first before they do."

"Still, don’t be so complacent." After having enough good laughs, Fil felt more at ease that Michael was safe. Even so, her vision might be faulty, but at the same time, it wouldn’t hurt to warn Michael.

"You said it yourself," she repeated his past lectures. "Revenge is a double-edged sword. If you are pushed enough, you will end up hurting yourself."

Michael smiled. "You remind me of Alicia."

"I’m not Alicia."

"I know, but she also used to nag me like this when it’s her who needs more nagging," he sighed. "The only difference is that you’re living a very good life. Considering who your groom is, how about some joint project in the future?"

Fil rolled her eyes, making him laugh.

While Michael and Fil used this time to chat more, Jackson, who went outside to take the call, had a grim expression. He glanced back at the two in the restaurant, only to look away.

"So, there was indeed a person on standby earlier?" he asked to the person on the call.

"Yes. The driver is under an illusion. However, he seemed to have regained consciousness suddenly."

Jackson’s grip on his phone tightened. "Good work. Bring me a piece of the man’s clothes."

"He’s dead."

"What?"

"When he regained consciousness, the driver suddenly had a heart attack one hour after he left the area," reported the person from the call. "Though we did recover something."

"What is it?"

"A strand of hair sticking out of the driver’s hair. It’s blonde and we suspect it’s Kim’s hair." The person explained solemnly. "We will bring the evidence to you, so you can confirm if it was Kim’s hair."

Jackson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He nodded and said, "Alright. Keep watching Michael because he might strike again."

Having said that, Jackson ended the call, but kept his eyes down.

’So, what she saw yesterday is all accurate,’ Jackson confirmed. ’And it’s definitely done by Quentin.’

Jackson’s only reason for insisting on coming was not only to confirm if her visions were accurate, but also to know if the person behind the accident was Quentin. Everything proved him correct. Fil’s visions and Quentin’s involvement.

’Right. I should head back first.’

Jackson turned around and, much to his surprise, Fil and Michael were already standing behind him. He was taken aback, surprised he didn’t notice them when he would normally have.

"Jackson, it’s getting late, so I have to go home," said Michael with a polite smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you."

Jackson quickly got rid of unnecessary thoughts and shook Michael’s hand in return. "I had fun today."

The three exchanged pleasantries before Michael’s driver pulled up. When Michael got in and left, Fil and Jackson were left standing in the same spot. They watched the car speed away before Fil slowly faced him.

"Jack?" she called. "Did your people stop the accident? Or was my visions faulty?"

Fil wanted to talk about this later, but she had been thinking about it all day. Jackson’s lips parted, but his voice didn’t come out.

"No, my people did not stop any accident from occurring."

She nodded. "I see. So it’s just —"

"But your predictions were correct. It just didn’t happen because I’m here."

Fil was confused, but before she could ask for an explanation, Jackson spoke up.

"Let’s talk about this on our way home," he said. "It’s gonna be a long night for you and me."

Fil pursed her lips while studying the determination in his eyes. She felt rather uneasy and reluctant, but at the same time, she understood whatever he wanted to say was important.

"Okay."

And with that, the two of them headed quietly to his car, where Jackson told her the story of the past.