Chapter 620
"I'm mulling over the contract."
Ambrose was just spitballing. He hesitated for a sec but kept it to himself.
Oberon shot him a stern look, "You should be thinking about the contract during work hours. If we're looking for a partner for Anouk, we shouldn't just consider their abilities; the key is to see if they know how to care for others. Someone like Jackson? No way."
"Grandpa, you're spot on," Ambrose said with a slight grin.
"Lilian's been through the wringer. It's weird, but when Lilian gets bullied, it feels just as bad as when Anouk does. But since we're not blood-related, we shouldn't butt into their business.
"If it wasn't clear that Ophelia wasn't pregnant with twins back then, and that Anouk is definitely Ophelia's daughter, I'd think Lilian was one of ours."
Oberon sighed a couple of times, and Ambrose's grip on the steering wheel tightened a bit.
This puzzled him, too. Eight years ago, when Flora got sick and started losing her memory, she didn't recognize people anymore.
But she was especially hostile towards Anouk, insisting Anouk wasn't Ophelia's kid. Because of this, Oberon secretly did a paternity test between Anouk and the Kelly family members.
The test results came back clean.
So, when he saw Lilian and noticed her demeanor and looks were like Ophelia's, he didn't think much of it.
But could the kinship test back then have been fake?
As Ambrose furrowed his brows in thought, Jackson had already left the hospital.
At his feet was the bag Ambrose had given him.
"Mr. Frane, are you really gonna give these to Mrs. Frane? Should I toss them?" Harry asked as he got into the car, following Jackson's gaze.
Jackson reached into the bag and took out the rectangular box on top.
He opened the box, which indeed had some sweets and a sachet.
It smelled fresh and elegant.
"Hand me the knife," Jackson said, rubbing the sachet and extending his hand to Harry.
Harry immediately pulled out a knife he carried and handed it over. Jackson used it to cut along the seam of the sachet.
Soon, a tiny tracker popped out from the opening.
Harry's eyes darkened. "Ambrose is really sneaky!"
If Jackson hadn't been cautious and found it, was Ambrose planning a midnight attack?
Jackson's eyes grew cold. He lowered the car window and tossed the tracker outside.
The tracker rolled to the middle of the road and was quickly crushed into pieces by passing cars.
Jackson handed the damaged sachet to Harry and instructed, "Have someone sew it up."
"Mr. Frane, you still plan to give it to Mrs. Frane?"
Ambrose was clearly up to no good. Didn't Jackson care at all?
But since Jackson was now divorced, Jackson and Ambrose were competing on equal footing.
"She gets along well with Mrs. Flora Kelly. Mrs. Flora Kelly made this for her; she'll be happy to get it," Jackson said, closing his eyes.
Harry held the sachet and sighed silently.
In the past, when Lilian and Jackson had conflicts, it was always Lyra who mediated.
But now Flora and Oberon got along well with Lilian. They would both support Ambrose in pursuing Lilian, even offering him help. It looked like Ambrose might end up winning Lilian after all.
When Jackson got back to the villa, he asked the servant about Lilian's condition.
Violet smiled and said, "Mrs. Frane woke up feeling much better. She ate quite a bit at lunch and fell asleep again shortly after. I just checked on her; she's still asleep."
Hearing that Lilian was willing to eat on her own, Jackson paused, and the gloom that had been hanging over him for days seemed to lift a bit.
He quickly went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
But there was no sign of Lilian on the bed. His expression changed slightly. "Lilian?"
He quickly walked into the room and pushed open the bathroom door, but no one was there either.
"Lilian! Lilian!"
Just as Jackson was about to call for someone, his gaze swept towards the direction of the balcony, and he paused.
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