Chapter 638
Hearing Lyra suggest letting Lillian leave, Jackson clammed up again.
Jackson's tight-lipped silence made Lyra feel super uneasy too.
But Lyra didn't push him further; she knew he'd figure it out eventually.
"Grandma, she still out cold?" Jackson asked, frowning a bit.
Lillian had been out for like seven or eight hours; how was she still not awake?
"She must be wiped out. I've got the restaurant on standby with food, so Lillian can eat whenever she wakes up."
Lyra sighed again, raising her hand to rub her tight chest.
Jackson quickly helped Lyra back to the bedroom and got her to lie down.
Lyra held Jackson's hand, speaking with heavy guilt, "It's on me. I didn't raise Martin right, and I didn't keep Daisy in check. I knew she was a mess, but I always let it slide, which caused you and Lillian a lot of grief and led to this whole mess."
As an elder, she had the responsibility to keep Daisy in line.
She knew Daisy was biased and treated Lillian like crap. But she always remembered that Martin had let Daisy down, so she turned a blind eye to Daisy's behavior and never really punished her.
It was her leniency that let Daisy get away with such outrageous actions.
"Grandma, it is what it is. No point in beating yourself up. You should rest. Lillian doesn't want to see me. When she wakes up tomorrow, you'll need to take care of her and comfort her."
Jackson held Lyra's hand back and tucked her in.
Lyra, however, looked ashamed and worried. "But how do we explain Daisy's actions to Lillian tomorrow?"
Taylor was murdered before he was born, and the killer even took his umbilical cord blood.
Such a thing, let alone Lillian, even Lyra felt suffocated with pain today.
Thinking of Lillian's frail body suffering another blow, Lyra felt she couldn't bring herself to speak.
"Then don't tell her," Jackson said in a deep voice.
Lyra looked at him in shock. "You wanna hide it from her?"
Jackson's thin lips pressed tightly together, and after a while, he said, "The doc said she can't take any more shocks."
Thinking of how Lillian had been worried since she got pregnant that Taylor was just a blood bag for the Frane family to save Jeffrey, and in the end, it turned out to be true.
Even he couldn't accept such a truth, let alone Lillian.
Lillian was already dealing with postpartum depression; knowing this would only make her more remorseful and self-blaming.
Lyra looked at Jackson and said, "If you don't tell Lillian, she will hate you."
Jackson's cold lips curled into a self-deprecating bitter smile. "She already hates me."
With that, he turned and walked out.
Lyra watched his back, her eyes welling up with tears.
She really didn't know what went wrong, how things turned out this way.
Jackson went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
Two floor lamps were on in the room, and Lillian was sleeping quietly, with a servant beside her, dozing off.
Jackson walked over, startling the servant awake, who hurriedly stood up and knocked over the chair.
Jackson bent down, quickly steadied the chair, and looked at the servant, signaling her to stay quiet.
The servant, freaked out by Jackson's bloodshot eyes, covered her mouth and quickly left with her head down.
Jackson sat by the bed, pulled Lillian's hand out from under the blanket, and held it in his palm.
He lowered his eyes, staring at her still pale face. "If I don't tell you, will you hate me even more if you find out the truth?"
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