Chapter 482 Letter
Jackson still didn't know who else was involved.
But Ambrose definitely knew something before because Lillian vanished from the dance troupe.
Jackson's eyes were cold and intense. As time passed with no answers, his unease and anxiety grew.
"Mr. Frane, I'm deeply sorry about Mrs. Frane's disappearance," Ambrose said, his tone calm but firm, "I reported it to the police immediately and instructed everyone in the dance troupe to cooperate fully with your investigation. However, the performance was nearly compromised, so I'd appreciate it if you could let me know where Mrs. Frane might have gone."
Ambrose raised a hand, catching Jackson's grip on his collar. The two men maintained a facade of calm, but the tension between them was palpable, with veins bulging on their hands.
Just as the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking, Harry's voice cut through.
"Mr. Frane, someone has delivered a letter. It appears to be from Mrs. Frane."
Jackson abruptly released Ambrose and turned to take the letter from Harry.
The envelope bore Jackson's name and was unmistakably in Lillian's handwriting.
"It was among the deliveries from Miracalia. The recipient is your name, so it seems Mrs. Frane sent it before leaving Miracalia," Harry explained.
Jackson tore open the envelope slowly. The letter was thin, containing only a few brief lines. His eyes darkened as he read, and he crumpled the paper in his fist before striding toward the exit.
"Mr. Frane, take care," Ambrose's voice called out lazily behind him.
Jackson stopped abruptly and turned back.
Ambrose had resumed his seat behind the desk, straightening his rumpled shirt. His voice was icy as he remarked, "It seems Mrs. Frane left on her own. When you visit next time, I hope you'll be more courteous. The Kelly Group isn't a place anyone can barge into without permission."
"If Mr. Kelly was involved in my wife's disappearance, rest assured, I won't let it slide," Jackson said, his eyes cold and filled with barely contained rage.
Ambrose merely smiled faintly. "A woman often leaves when she feels her needs aren't being met. I suggest you look for answers within yourself, Mr. Frane."
Jackson's jaw tightened, and he let out a bitter laugh. "Anouk's behavior indicates a lack of security as well. Mr. Kelly, you should focus on your own responsibilities."
With that, Jackson stormed out.
Once in the car, Harry cautiously asked, "Mr. Frane, where to now?"
Jackson leaned back in his seat, clutching the thin sheet of paper tightly. After a moment of weary silence, he spoke.
"Let's go back to Miracalia."
"Not searching any further?" Harry asked, surprised.
Jackson opened his eyes, his gaze resolute. "She's likely left Aetherwell. The traces here have been thoroughly cleaned. There's no point in continuing the search."
Of course, the search would go on. There would be clues to find, and he would never give up.
Harry drove away, instructing the search teams in Aetherwell to stand down.
Jackson looked down at the crumpled letter in his hands, fingers trembling as he tried to smooth it out. Finally, he spread the wrinkled paper again, his eyes fixed on the few lines of text.
The letter read: [Jackson. Leaving was my own decision; please don't blame anyone else. I'm exhausted, and I know that, deep down, you haven't been happy either. A good marriage and love require balance, but we've always been worlds apart. This was a mistake from the start. You're like the moon in the sky—I've reached for you with everything I have, only to realize that you're nothing but a distant illusion. You've given me hope, only to leave me with disappointment. And over time, I've learned to let go amidst that disappointment. Withdrawing my dependence, retracting my love—without love or hate, letting each other go might be the best ending for us. Even if it's a regret, it's better than the torment of tears and mutual suffering. I'm leaving now. Please don't come looking for me. I wish you happiness.]
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