Chapter 691
A series of loud thuds were followed by the sound of glass shattering.
The Kelly Family's bodyguard had just smashed Jackson's car windshield with a golf club right as Lillian stepped out of the car.
The windshield shattered into pieces.
Lillian was startled, but Ambrose quickly covered her ears and turned her around so she wouldn't see what happened.
"What was that?" Lillian asked, looking up at Ambrose.
Ambrose let her go and asked gently, "You okay?"
Lillian nodded, and by then, Jackson had already bent down and stepped out of the car.
When the glass shattered, he was still inside, and some shards had fallen on his shoulders and sleeves.
Now, as Jackson got out of the car, he brushed off the fragments and coldly stared at Ambrose.
Jackson saw Ambrose protecting Lillian, who was quietly staying behind him, trusting and relying on him. The two of them, one tall and one short, seemed to fit together perfectly, but Jackson felt a surge of frustration return to his chest.
"Mr. Kelly, you sure know how to make an entrance," Jackson said coldly.
It was only then that Lillian noticed Jackson's Maybach, with its front windshield shattered. She looked up at Ambrose in surprise.
Ambrose gently placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking in a calm voice to Jackson, "Not as impressive as you, Mr. Frane, who can easily imprison someone. I was just too worried about Lillian. If my reaction was over the top, I hope you understand."
Lillian was initially surprised by Ambrose's drastic actions, but when she heard him say he was too worried about her, she thought of how Jackson had imprisoned her before, and her heart warmed.
She took the initiative to tug on Ambrose's coat sleeve and said, "I'm really fine. Let's go back."
Then she glanced at Jackson, her voice cold. "Mr. Frane, you were the one being rude first, so don't blame others for overreacting."
The frustration in Jackson's chest turned into a heavy stone, making him feel both suffocated and pained, filled with loneliness. It was Ambrose who had smashed his car. He hadn't even said anything to Ambrose, yet Lillian was already defending him.
Jackson was clearly the one at a disadvantage.
A feeling of bitterness and grievance filled Jackson's chest, making him press his lips tightly together, unable to speak for a long time.
Ambrose patted Lillian's shoulder. "Mr. Frane, if you need compensation, you can contact my assistant. Goodbye."
With that, Ambrose protected Lillian as they walked to his car.
Jackson clenched his fists slightly, silently watching as Ambrose opened the car door and carefully helped Lillian inside.
Jackson watched as Ambrose reversed the car, turned his head to chat with Lillian, and quickly drove away, remaining motionless for a long time.
After their car had driven away, Terry, who had been hiding on the side, finally came forward with a sigh. "Mr. Frane, I've already contacted Floyd to bring another car, but it might take some time. Why don't you wait in Mr. Flores's villa for a while? I'll call you when the car arrives."
Looking at the shattered glass on the ground, Terry also felt frustrated for Jackson. What a mess.
Jackson had been busy all night, dealing with Bianca and Star for Lillian, falling out with Jenny's parents, and then taking Lillian around to find Shirley. In the end, the car was smashed, and Lillian thought it was justified.
Terry even wanted to suggest that Jackson pursue someone else; chasing an ex-wife was just too difficult.
But seeing Jackson standing there, looking so lonely, Terry figured any advice would be pointless.
Terry couldn't help but say, "Mr. Frane, you should really tell Mrs. Frane about Daisy and that jerk Barry. She’s got it all wrong. If she knew the truth about that night, that you weren’t trying to cover for the Price Family and that you did take action, maybe she wouldn’t be so hostile towards you."
Lillian had only been away from Miracalia for a few days when Jackson discovered the identity of the mysterious woman who had been with Barry in the hospital parking lot.
That woman turned out to be Emily Thompson, an obstetrician at Frane Hospital and the doctor who treated Lillian that night.
Jackson suspected that Barry had bribed Emily to do something, which ultimately led to Taylor's stillbirth.
Unfortunately, Emily had completely disappeared, and Barry had tried to flee Miracalia. In the end, his car crashed through a bridge railing and plunged into the river while being chased by the police and the Frane Family.
When the car was retrieved, Barry was not inside, and they didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Jackson turned and gave Terry a cold, stern look. "Don't make decisions on your own, and keep your mouth shut!"
Terry, intimidated by his gaze, raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Only then did Jackson turn back, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
Lillian had gradually moved on from that incident, and Jackson didn't want to cause her any more turmoil because of it.
If Lillian knew that Taylor's death was caused by Barry and that Barry wanted to take her away and possess her completely, she would undoubtedly feel even more guilty and self-reproachful.
That wasn't what Jackson wanted to see, especially since the matter hadn't been fully investigated.
With Emily and Barry's disappearance, the investigation had reached a dead end.
Meanwhile, inside the car, Lillian was still on her phone, trying to contact Shirley. Ambrose, driving, slowly stopped at an intersection and looked at her, asking, "Why were you with him?"
Lillian looked up from her phone screen and explained, "I ran into him at the club. He insisted on helping, so why not use him if he's offering?"
Her voice was light and indifferent, as if she truly had no feeling for Jackson.
But Ambrose knew that Lillian wasn't as carefree and fearless as she claimed.
She probably didn't realize that whenever she lied, she blinked more frequently.
His hand tightened slightly on the steering wheel, but he didn't call her out. He simply said, "That's good. When you came to Miracalia, Grandpa and Grandma were most worried about you getting hurt again. I promised them I'd take care of you, so don't make me break my promise."
Lillian laughed, "I definitely won't."
Lillian frowned slightly, not looking at Ambrose, and said, "I still can't reach Shirley. I'm really worried. Can you help me find her?"
Ambrose exhaled slowly and then smiled, "Don't worry, I've already confirmed that Ms. James has returned to Mystic Meadows."
Lillian was stunned, "What? Shirley went back? Then why can't I reach her and her bodyguard?"
"Ms. James probably missed your call while freshening up, and it seems her bodyguard lost his phone at the club," Ambrose explained.
Lillian frowned again. 'Why is the bodyguard's phone lost so conveniently? Is it Jackson's doing, tricking me into running around with him, playing me for a fool? Bastard!'
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