Chapter 659
Oberon had a knack for zeroing in on the main points, his face a mix of disdain, anger, and contempt.
Mike felt wronged too, and Oberon's glare was like a knife cutting through him. "Lilian needs to rest. Thanks for stopping by."
Oberon then turned to Mike, his tone making it clear he now saw himself as Lilian's protector, not just some outsider.
Mike felt like he was sitting on a bed of nails, thinking if he didn't leave soon, Oberon might just chase him out.
"Lia, take care of yourself. I'll visit you next time," Mike said, standing up and pulling Barry up with him. "Barry, I've got a friend who needs some advice about surgery. Can you help me out? Let's go, I'll fill you in."
Mike didn't wait for Barry's response and dragged him out. He had tried to stand up for Lilian, but it had backfired.
Mike wasn't sure if Jackson would come after him later, but taking Barry away might make up for it.
After they left, Oberon turned to Lilian, speaking earnestly, "Lilian, those guys who sweet-talk you but can't be relied on when it counts are the worst. They're not worth your time or forgiveness. Girls need to be mature, and with some experience, you can make better judgments. Take your time, no rush, okay?"
Having just found his granddaughter, Oberon wished he could make up for the lost twenty years by raising her for another twenty.
Even Ambrose, Oberon thought, needed to be scrutinized further and had to be someone Lilian genuinely liked and wanted to be with.
But Jackson was a different story. Oberon worried that Lilian, being so naive, might get deceived by him.
Oberon almost named Jackson directly, looking like he was facing a major threat, which made Lilian chuckle.
She nodded and said seriously, "I think you're absolutely right. I'm not thinking about those things now; I just want to recover and achieve something."
Ambrose couldn't help but look at Lilian, sighing inwardly, feeling that her words were also meant for him. He had been too eager.
"Alright, take good care of yourself," Oberon said, seeing Lilian as obedient and sensible.
Seeing Lilian looking a bit tired, Oberon got up to say goodbye.
After leaving the ward, Oberon's expression darkened. He told Ambrose, "Call Anouk and tell her to come home immediately. We need to head back to Seaspring Valley City first."
The events from back then needed to be investigated as soon as possible.
The servants and drivers who had followed Ophelia to Miracalia were still in Seaspring Valley City.
The paternity test from eight years ago involved people who were also in Seaspring Valley City.
And since Anouk was the daughter of the Young family, her situation needed to be handled properly first.
Oberon wanted to recognize Lilian as soon as possible, and these issues needed to be resolved quickly.
Ambrose took out his phone and called Anouk, but she hung up on him.
Clearly, she was still mad about what had just happened.
"She won't answer? I'll get someone to track her down," Ambrose said, not sugarcoating it for Anouk.
Oberon frowned. "So many little schemes, doing dumb things and feeling proud, not even sorry when she get caught, and now she's holding a grudge?"
He hadn't realized this granddaughter was so unreasonable before. Now, without the rose-colored glasses, she seemed even worse.
Back in the ward...
Everyone had left, and Lillian wanted to lie down and rest, but her eyes fell on the bag by the bed.
Mike had brought it earlier. Lillian hesitated, then reached out to open it.
The stuff inside clearly wasn't bought by Mike.
There were maternity toothbrushes, lumbar support pillows, soft-soled slippers, and some hats, socks, and sanitary pads from brands Lillian usually used.
Lillian frowned. Last night, she thought she heard light knocks on the wall next door in the middle of the night.
She thought it was her imagination, but today, when she ran into Jackson in the safety corridor, it all made sense.
Lillian gathered the bag and got out of bed.
She went to the door of the next ward, planning to hang the bag on the handle and leave, but as soon as she reached out, the door opened from the inside.
Jackson, still in his hospital gown, stood there.
Caught off guard, their eyes met.
Lillian simply handed him the bag. "Your stuff."
Jackson looked down at the bag, his eyes darkening. "These are all things you can use. They're not worth much, no need to return them, right?"
Lillian's voice was cold. "Shirley already got these for me. I don't need them."
"I don't take back what I give away. Besides, I didn't give these to you. Whoever did, you return them to them," Jackson said, his voice tight, with a hint of bitterness.
Even though he knew she hated him now, he didn't expect her to reject even these small things.
Was anything related to him that repulsive to her?
Seeing he wouldn't take it, Lillian let go.
The bag fell to the ground.
Jackson's face changed slightly, and he quickly caught the bag before it hit the floor, preventing the items from scattering.
He gripped the bag tightly, looking at the cold Lillian in front of him, and smiled, but it was a self-mocking smile.
"Mike said trying to win you back is like playing on hell mode, an impossible task, and he advised me to give up. I didn't believe him. Now, are you telling me yourself that you really don't want to see me again?" Jackson said.
He gripped the bag tightly, his right hand, which was burned, wrapped in a white bandage, slowly seeping red from the exertion.
Lillian's eyes moved from his hand to his face, her voice calm and emotionless. "That's right, just give up. I didn't come here to see you; I just wanted to ask, are you transferring hospitals now, or should I discharge immediately?"
Her gaze was so resolute, without a trace of emotion.
Jackson's breathing became heavy, his hand holding the bag trembling slightly.
After a moment of silent confrontation, Jackson seemed to lose control and suddenly grabbed Lillian's hand, pulling her into the ward.
The door slammed shut behind them with a bang.
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