Chapter 334 The Woman in the Photo
Lillian frowned, and her good mood instantly vanished.
Although it was an unfamiliar number, she knew it must be from Wendy.
Lillian furrowed her brows, about to block Wendy.
Wendy sent her another photo.
Lillian didn't want to look at it and tried to exit the message box, but her hand slipped, and the photo enlarged.
When she saw Jackson clearly in the photo, Lillian's heart skipped a beat.
The photo was obviously taken secretly, and only half of Jackson's profile was visible on a plane.
He was sitting there with a sleeping woman leaning on his right shoulder.
Due to the angle, the woman's face couldn't be seen, but her curly, thick hair suggested she was young and beautiful.
She was asleep against him, and he was gazing at her tenderly.
The scene was beautiful and invited imagination.
If the Jackson in the photo wasn't her husband, who had promised to come home to have dinner with her, Lillian would have praised the love-filled image.
Lillian's fingers were icy, almost trembling as she swiped the photo away.
Wendy: [You should recognize this as Jackson's private jet. You fool. This woman is the one he truly brought back to protect. I'm just a smokescreen.]
Wendy: [Lillian, you're so pathetic. I even gave you the address, and you don't dare to take a look. You coward!]
Wendy's provocative messages came one after another.
Lillian's breathing became labored, and with trembling hands, she finally blocked Wendy.
The phone finally went silent.
However, Lillian's mind seemed to be engulfed in a storm, churning in her heart and roaring in her ears.
Her face turned pale, and she froze there in a daze for a long time before dialing Jackson's number.
Jackson answered quickly, and Lillian's voice was tense as she asked, "Jackson, lunch is almost ready. Where are you?"
Lillian held her breath, praying Jackson would tell her he was almost home.
But on the other end of the phone, Jackson's apologetic voice came through. "Something came up last minute. I can't make it back. You go ahead and eat with Grandma Lyra."
"But..." Lillian's voice trembled, and she tried to salvage and prove something.
"Lillian, be good," Jackson said, and the next second, he hung up.
Lillian held the phone, her fingers weak, and the phone almost slipped from her hand.
When Peggy came out of the Farne House with a knife, she saw Lillian driving away.
Peggy took a couple of steps and called out curiously, "Mrs. Frane, it's time to eat. Where are you going?"
Lillian seemed not to hear, and the car sped out of the gate, quickly disappearing.
Lillian felt anxious, scared, worried, and doubtful.
Emotions intertwined, disrupting her thoughts.
Wendy's goal was achieved.
Lillian didn't know what awaited her ahead, but she didn't want to remain in the dark.
She just wanted to see for herself. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, holding onto a sliver of hope and belief.
She believed Jackson wouldn't let her down.
However, when Lillian parked outside Serenity Haven Manor, she saw two people walking out of the villa from a distance.
The tall, upright man was all too familiar to her.
The woman beside him had chestnut-colored wavy hair, a petite figure, and was wearing a gray plush coat. She looked exactly like the woman in the photo.
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