Chapter 108 The Sanctuary She Guarded, Shattered by His Own Hands
Shirley pounded the bed in anger. "Those haters never bother to understand you before they start attacking! I want to grab a knife and chop Wendy into pieces!"
Lillian comforted her, "Don't be angry. I didn't take it seriously."
Lillian was not made of stone, how could she not take it seriously when so many people were cursing her?
Shirley picked up her phone and said, "I need to check if the hot search was bought, and if it can be removed."
Shirley graduated from the film academy and had been working in various film crews, so she had some connections.
She quickly got some information after making a call, hung up the phone, and became even angrier.
Lillian had guessed. "Is this Jackson's doing?"
Shirley's eyes were filled with anger. "The trending topic was ordered by the Frane Group. He said it should stay up for two days, and no one is allowed to remove it."
Lillian had already anticipated this. It wasn't easy for her to get on the trending topic and provoke public anger without someone's arrangement.
"Lillian, stop smiling. If you want to cry, just cry. I'm scared when you act like this." Shirley hugged her.
Lillian was not as strong as she seemed. In these four years of Jackson's inaction, Lillian had endured a lot of gossip from high society. She even suffered from mild depression in the past two years but managed to overcome it.
"I'm fine. I've heard people defame and curse me to my face, let alone over the internet. Besides, not everyone can trend on the hot searches, right?"
"But you value this account so much. You are reluctant to profit from it and treat it as your sanctuary in the world of music and dance, but now it's all ruined by Wendy!"
Lillian's eyes flickered, her expression momentarily distant, then she smiled lightly.
"Shirley, do you know how I got the name Light?"
Shirley shook her head, as Lillian had never told her.
Lillian gently curved her lips. "Fourteen years ago, on that snowy night, as Jackson brought me into the Frane family, the phonograph echoed with the lyric."
"So, the sanctuary you guarded is not your dream of music and dance, but Jackson." Shirley's voice trembled.
Lillian lowered her eyes, her smile carrying a sense of resignation and desolation.
"That's true. You see, now he has shattered it with his own hands. It's considered a complete cycle. It's fate. It's quite good."
Lillian smiled, but Shirley felt that Lillian's heart was breaking fast.
Perhaps Jackson would regret it one day.
As Shirley was thinking, Lillian's phone rang.
It was Terry. Lillian frowned, hesitated for a moment, then answered. After all, Terry had never offended her.
"Terry?"
However, a familiar low magnetic voice of Jackson came through the receiver.
"Unblock my number! And come to the company."
Lillian frowned and said, "Jackson, I am not your employee now, let alone your sister. What right do you have to order me?"
"As your husband, Ms. Lillian!"
Tears welled up in Lillian's eyes as she clenched her phone.
When she waited for him day after day, he never acknowledged her identity.
Now that she wanted to let go, he called her his wife.
"How could you call yourself my husband? Now, I don't want to be your wife anymore."
Her voice calmed down, and she hung up the phone after speaking.
Jackson looked at the phone that was hung up again, a hint of frustration flashed across his face.
Terry stood in front of the desk, not daring to breathe heavily.
He stared at his phone intently. Just now his call had gone through, and he noticed that Ms. Lillian hadn't blocked him, Mr. Jackson looked pissed. Now Mr. Jackson was embarrassed again.
"Worried about your phone?" Jackson's voice was cold.
Terry instinctively replied, "This is a new phone. No, I'm worried that you are too angry, and it's not good for your health."
Jackson's handsome face turned even colder. Terry shut his mouth, feeling like he had said something wrong again.
While he was sweating nervously, Jackson had already returned to his usual self, throwing the phone and the documents on the desk to him.
"Get out."
Those documents were information about the three most famous dance troupes in New York, specially prepared by Mr. Jackson for Ms. Lillian. Mr. Jackson had already smoothed things over for Ms. Lillian.
As long as Ms. Lillian chose one, she could directly meet the leader of the dance troupe. It was a pity to just put away these documents like this.
Terry hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Jackson, should I take the documents to Ms. Lillian?"
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