Chapter 688
"Thanks," Lillian nodded at Jackson.
Her distant and polite tone made it clear she was keeping her distance.
Jackson's jaw tightened a bit, but he didn't say anything. He just pulled out his phone to call Gray.
No one picked up.
The call went to voicemail, and Jackson glanced at Lillian. "Gray's got a place nearby, about ten minutes away. He might've taken Shirley there. Should we check it out?"
Just then, Terry pulled the car up in front of them.
Jackson moved to open the door, but Lillian didn't budge. When he looked back at her, she pointed to a car nearby and raised her voice. "I'll drive myself. Just send me the address."
She waved her phone and headed towards the Kelly Family's car that was slowly approaching.
Jackson stepped in her way, his broad shoulders and long legs blocking her path easily.
He pulled out his phone. "You need to unblock me on Facebook so I can send you the address."
Lillian smirked. "Ever heard of texting? If not, just tell me the address now. I can remember it."
Jackson was at a loss for words. How had he not noticed before how stubborn and sharp Lillian could be?
Seeing him hesitate, Lillian raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
Jackson pursed his lips, put his phone away, and said calmly, "Just get in the car. I need to talk to you about the Price Family."
Lillian paused at the mention of the Price Family.
Jackson chuckled lightly. "Terry's here. I won't try anything."
In the car, Terry turned his head, hearing his name. He thought, 'I'm just driving, how did I become Mr. Frane's wingman to get Mrs. Frane in the car?'
But Terry quickly caught on and said loudly, "Good evening, Mrs. Frane. Please, get in the car."
Lillian bent down slightly, looking at Terry's overly sincere smile, feeling speechless.
But she got in the car, sitting by the door. Jackson followed right behind her.
Jackson noticed Lillian's slightly clenched hands and said, "Turn up the heat a bit."
Terry complied immediately.
Earlier, when Jackson had helped Lillian clean her sleeve in the restroom, he had felt how cold her arm and wrist were.
Lillian seemed particularly sensitive to the cold.
Lillian sat quietly. When Jackson turned to look at her, she lifted her gaze from her conversation with Shirley and looked at him. "What about the Price Family? You can talk now."
Jackson met her calm gaze, a hint of sadness in his deep eyes.
Lillian's indifference, whether Jackson was eager, cautious, angry, or in pain, was hard to bear.
Jackson suddenly remembered Lillian's thick diary, filled with her teenage thoughts. Her unfulfilled hopes back then were probably similar to his feelings now.
"Mr. Frane?" Lillian looked at Jackson's somber face, impatiently tilting her head.
But her hand holding the phone turned white from gripping it so tightly. She didn't know what he was thinking or wanted to say, but his dark gaze made her anxious, wanting to escape.
Jackson's eyes flickered as he came back to his senses. His expression returned to normal, and he said softly, "I placed two people in the Price Mansion. For over four months, they haven't heard anything from Dominic and Star about Bob or that night. They're very tight-lipped, and we can't get anything out of them."
Lillian was a bit taken aback. She realized Jackson was hinting that trying to get answers from Star while she was drunk tonight was a waste of time.
But what truly astonished her was that Jackson had people embedded inside the Price Mansion, continuing to dig into Taylor's case.
She remembered hearing him and Harry leave late that night, clearly having found something.
She always thought Jackson had dirt on the Price Family but refused to go after them because of Star.
That day at the Price Mansion, she had begged him to get justice for Taylor, but he had struck some kind of deal with the Price Family.
Since then, Lillian had held a deep grudge against Jackson, but now he was still investigating the Price Family. Earlier in the restroom, his harsh attitude towards Star didn't seem like he was just protecting her.
Lillian felt confused, like something was off, like she was missing a piece of the puzzle.
But she quickly pinched her fingertip, regaining her cold demeanor.
How could she easily waver and think she had misunderstood Jackson? Jackson might just be lying to her, trying to stop her from digging into the Price Family.
She nodded slightly. "I get it."
Terry, gripping the steering wheel, felt anxious hearing Lillian's icy tone.
Seeing Jackson not explaining further, he anxiously said, "Mrs. Frane, you've got Mr. Frane all wrong. Actually, he really..."
"Terry! Just drive," Jackson cut him off, seemingly knowing what Terry wanted to say.
Terry sighed and focused on the road.
At that moment, Jackson's phone rang. He took it out, glanced at it, his eyes darkening, and turned off the screen, putting the phone away.
But the caller was persistent, calling again quickly.
Jackson pursed his lips and finally answered.
The car was quiet. He put the phone to his ear, but Lillian could clearly hear the familiar authoritative voice on the other end.
Martin asked, with a hint of questioning, "Jackson, did you have someone slap Jenny as punishment?"
"Yes," Jackson responded calmly.
Martin's displeased voice came through again. "Jackson, what happened that made you punish Jenny like this? This is ridiculous!"
Jackson's cold eyes flashed with a hint of frost in the passing neon lights outside, and he said indifferently, "This isn't the first time she's messed up. She needs proper discipline."
On the other end, Jenny's wailing could be faintly heard, crying out, "Uncle Martin, my face really hurt."
Martin shouted angrily, "How dare you guys hit Jenny!"
Harry replied politely, "Sorry, Mr. Martin Frane, but we're following Mr. Jackson Frane's orders. Please don't make it difficult for us."
"Harry!" Martin's angry shout was exceptionally clear.
Lillian's eyelashes trembled slightly. When Jackson had ordered the bodyguards to slap Jenny on her face, Lillian was startled, not expecting Jackson to be serious.
After all, Jenny was the only girl in this generation of the Frane Family and had always been pampered, which had led to her spoiled nature.
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