Chapter 656
Jackson strolled over, bent down, and picked up the vase.
He could faintly hear some muffled voices coming from the ward, mixed with the chatter of two young guys. One was Ambrose, and the other sounded like Barry. Seemed pretty lively in there.
Jackson's lips tightened a bit as he held the vase and headed back to the next ward.
Harry saw him come in with the vase and couldn't help but look a bit regretful. The flowers the CEO had sent with such care were found in Lillian's ward in less than an hour.
He quickly stepped forward to take the vase and said, "Lillian didn't trash the flowers, and they're still perfect, which means she's not that mad at you."
Harry tried to comfort Jackson.
Jackson glanced at him and sneered. "You think her not smashing the vase over my head is progress?"
Harry actually did think so; Lillian might just do something like that now.
And even if Lillian did smash it over Jackson's head, wouldn't Jackson have to just take it?
But facing Jackson's icy stare, Harry quickly shook his head and said, "Lillian wouldn't have the heart to smash it over your head, no way."
Even though it was clearly a lie, Jackson's expression softened a bit. He thought of how Lillian had come back and eventually helped him out of the emergency exit, with a smile flickering in his eyes.
Then, he thought of Oberon's attitude toward him earlier. Sitting on the hospital bed, he asked Harry, "Did you find info on all the moms who gave birth at the hospital the week Lillian was born?"
Harry was taken aback, not getting why Jackson suddenly brought this up. But he nodded and replied, "Yeah, I found it, but I haven't had time to dig deeper."
Previously, when they found out Lillian wasn't a Young family child, Jackson started looking into her background. But with Lillian's recent incident, that got put on hold, so the info hadn't been shown to Jackson yet.
"Show it to me," Jackson ordered in a deep voice.
Harry nodded. "There's an electronic document; just a sec."
He grabbed an iPad, quickly found the document, and handed it to Jackson.
Jackson's fingers swiped quickly through the document, and he accidentally pressed on a name—Ophelia Kelly!
That year, Ophelia also gave birth at Radiant Life Clinic, and the baby was a girl, Anouk.
Harry noticed Jackson's change in expression, glanced at the screen, and was also shocked.
"Ophelia, isn't she Oberon and Flora's only daughter? Why would she give birth at a small clinic in Miracalia? And Anouk was born on the same day as Lillian..." Harry realized something was off as he spoke.
"Flora mistaking Lillian wasn't a coincidence; could it be because Lillian is actually her biological granddaughter?" Harry looked incredulous. "I'll search for old photos of Ophelia right now."
Harry took out his phone and urgently searched.
Even though Ophelia had been dead for nearly twenty years, as the only daughter of the Kelly Family, she had taken over part of the family business and attended many business events, so there were old photos available.
While Harry searched, Jackson had already tossed the iPad aside, showing a slight bitter smile.
Even without looking at Ophelia's photos, he was sure that Lillian was indeed a member of the Kelly Family.
After all, the last time he saw Oberon outside the operating room, Oberon had been somewhat critical but still polite. This time, Oberon looked like he wanted to skin him alive.
It seemed the Kelly Family had already done a DNA test and were absolutely certain.
"Lillian really looks a lot like the late Ophelia! Lillian is probably the true heiress of the Kelly Family!" Harry found old photos of Ophelia and exclaimed in shock.
He handed the phone to Jackson, but just then, voices came from the ward door, "What true heiress of the Kelly Family? Let me see."
"Lillian is the true heiress of the Kelly Family? Which Kelly Family? The richest family in Seaspring Valley City?"
It was Gray and Mike, who walked in one after the other, just in time to hear Harry's words.
Gray stepped forward, taking Harry's phone first, and staring at the photo in surprise. "Indeed, it looks like Lillian's photo with a filter."
The old photos online had low resolution, and the facial features weren't very clear, but overall, they did look very similar.
Mike, with his arm around Gray's shoulder, stared at the screen and sighed. "I heard Ophelia was very beautiful, a famous socialite in Seaspring Valley City back then. No wonder Lia is so pretty; she takes after her mother."
Before Mike could finish, he felt Jackson's death stare. He looked up and indeed met Jackson's cold gaze.
Mike was puzzled, and Jackson, lying on the hospital bed, spoke coldly, "Change the way you address her; she's not that familiar with you."
Mike was speechless and retorted, "How is she not familiar with me? I watched Lia grow up, and I've always called her that."
Jackson's handsome face grew colder, and the low pressure around him seemed to freeze Mike.
Mike, enjoying the drama, stroked his chin and pondered, saying, "I used to call Lia that, but you didn't react this way. Let me think, is it because you're really divorced now, and you're insecure about Lia, seeing me as a rival?"
Jackson's handsome face froze into ice. He lowered his eyes, his lips pressed bitterly. "You know too much."
Indeed, he was insecure now. He even felt that in front of Lillian, she would give any man a chance, except him.
Mike was stunned to see Jackson admit it so openly. He couldn't hide his shock—Jackson, who was always so arrogant and confident, was admitting his insecurity about a woman in public and showing such a despondent look?
Mike felt a bit embarrassed to continue watching the drama and suddenly felt he had gone too far. He regretted and blamed himself, clearing his throat and saying, "Jackson, don't be like this; it's quite scary. How about I go talk to Lillian for you?"
Jackson immediately looked up at him and nodded. "Sure, go now."
Mike was speechless. At this moment, Jackson's face showed no sign of vulnerability or despondency. Clearly, he had been waiting for Mike to say that.
Mike felt seriously deceived and awkwardly smiled. "Jackson, unfortunately, I didn't bring anything for visiting patients."
Jackson glanced at Harry, who immediately handed a bag to Mike and said, "Here, it's prepared for you. Lillian's ward is next door; I don't need to show you the way, right?"
Mike laughed awkwardly and had no choice but to take the bag and leave the ward.
He arrived at the door of the adjacent ward, knocked, and when he saw Lillian sitting on the bed with a man on either side, he understood everything.
Jackson would be kicked out if he went himself, so he sent Mike instead.
But what did Mike do wrong to be the unwelcome one?
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