Chapter 645
At the door, waiting for the driver to bring the car around, Lillian, usually so quiet and frail, leaned against Ambrose and shifted a bit.
Ambrose, always alert, glanced down at her.
Lillian looked up, and Ambrose's eyes softened. "What's up?"
He wondered if she wanted to talk to Jackson, if there was something left unsaid.
Lillian's pale lips moved, and she whispered, "Grandma."
Ambrose turned around right away, holding her close, and called out to Lyra, who was being helped by Peggy. "Mrs. Frane, Lillian wants to talk to you."
Lyra, thinking Lillian didn't want to speak to her anymore, was taken aback and hurried over. "Lillian, I'm here."
Lillian gave her a weak smile. "Mrs. Frane, I'll come visit once I'm better."
Lyra's eyes filled with tears, almost spilling over.
How could she not notice the change? Lillian had always called her grandma, but now it was Mrs. Frane. It meant Lillian was no longer part of the Frane family.
Lillian was so kind-hearted. She said it to comfort Lyra, to show she didn't hold any grudges.
Lyra turned away to hide her tears, then patted Lillian's shoulder. "Alright, I'll be waiting."
Lillian nodded slightly.
Just then, a servant came in to say the car was ready. Ambrose looked down and said gently, "It's windy outside, how about a scarf?"
Lillian was still sweating, and Ambrose worried she'd catch a cold.
Hearing this, Shirley stepped up and quickly wrapped a scarf around Lillian's neck, covering her small face snugly.
Only then did Ambrose stride out of the Frane Mansion.
Behind him, Shirley supported Flora as they followed.
The Kelly family's car was parked just outside. After a few steps, Lillian was settled into the car, with Shirley and Flora getting in to take care of her.
Ambrose had driven himself over. Seeing everyone was in, he got into the driver's seat. Before getting in, he glanced instinctively at the second-floor balcony. A tall, dark figure stood there, silently watching. The night blurred Jackson's face, hiding his expression.
Ambrose didn't try to see more, just got in and drove away smoothly.
The weather was great, and night had fallen.
There was still a hint of sunset, and the lights of the Frane Mansion flickered on, reflecting on the slowly departing car.
Jackson watched, as if time had rewound, seeing Max carrying Lillian and kneeling at the Frane Mansion door that night.
That night, he brought her into the Frane Mansion, thinking she'd always be part of his family, whether as a sister or a wife.
But now, she was really gone.
As the evening twilight completely vanished and the summer breeze remained warm, Jackson felt as if a never-ending snowstorm was raging in his heart.
His chest and lungs churned, and he gripped the railing to suppress the discomfort, but that familiar metallic taste rose in his throat again.
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