Chapter 722
Star left the Porter Manor and went straight home. When she entered, Dominic was in the living room on the phone, smiling.
Seeing Star come in, he quickly ended the call and looked at Star with a frown. "Weren't you at the Frane Mansion? How did you end up looking so disheveled?"
Star's swollen eyes and one side of her cheek were too obvious. She didn't bother to hide it and sat down on the couch. "Dad, Jackson is now blaming me for Lillian's difficult labor. He doesn't believe anything I say and shows no mercy at all. And Lyra, too, has been completely won over by Lillian. She called me in just to scold me harshly, and this slap was from Lillian!"
Dominic's face darkened. "Useless. How can you not even compare to a divorced woman?"
Star's eyes reddened. "How can you blame me? I've only been back a short time. That Lillian has been at the Frane Mansion for fourteen or fifteen years."
"You even had a finger cut off for Jackson. You need to use your advantages," Dominic frowned and said. Star nodded thoughtfully. "Dad, I know what to do. Don't worry. Aren't you going to play golf in a couple of days? I remember Martin will be there too. Take me with you."
Star had actually arrived at the Frane Mansion very early today. She had saw Martin and Jackson having a disagreement from the car.
When Martin left the Frane Mansion, he looked very upset.
Star guessed that the he and Jackson must have had a falling out because of Lillian. Martin probably didn't like Lillian.
"Alright, then prepare well and come with me." Dominic agreed.
Star stood up. "Thanks, Dad. I'll schedule a coach to come over tomorrow to teach me."
After all, Star wasn't raised as a proper lady. Although she had crammed a lot of knowledge, etiquette, and high-society skills after coming back, she only had a superficial understanding and was always afraid of making a fool of herself at critical moments.
Dominic waved his hand, and Star went upstairs. Just as she reached her room, the door next to hers opened, and a baby's wailing could be heard.
Next door was the nursery, and the nanny, Celine, came out in a hurry.
Star glared at her irritably. "Celine, how are you taking care of Logan? Why is he crying all the time?"
Celine replied timidly, "Ms. Price, it's really not my fault. You know Logan is naturally weak. I've been very meticulous, but it seems he's got a fever again."
Logan Price was the premature baby born to Wendy. Logan had no father, and Wendy was in prison.
Dominic, being old and lacking energy, was also impatient with taking care of a baby, so he left Logan to Star.
Star initially thought Jackson would care about Logan and was patient with him at first.
But after using Logan as an excuse to invite Jackson over a few times and Jackson never coming, Star, who wasn't naturally compassionate, quickly stopped caring about Logan and left him entirely to the nanny, Celine.
"I don't care what you do, just stop him from crying! How can I rest with all this noise?" Star angrily scolded Celine and was about to enter her room when Dominic came upstairs and asked Celine a couple of questions.
Hearing that Logan had a fever, Dominic frowned and went into the nursery.
Logan was lying in the crib, his face flushed from either crying or the fever' Dominic immediately frowned and said angrily to Celine, "Take him to the hospital! And you go with him!"
Celine hurriedly picked up Logan, and Star gave the troublesome Logan a resentful look before quickly following.
Meanwhile, Lillian only left the Frane Mansion after putting Lyra to sleep.
Jackson was standing in the hallway smoking, the red glow of the cigarette flickering in the wind, making his figure look even more solitary.
He seemed to recognize her footsteps. As soon as Lillian walked out, Jackson turned around, extinguished the cigarette, and walked over. "It's too late. I'll take you home."
Lillian shook her head and refused. "No need. I had the Kelly Family's driver come to pick me up."
She walked towards the door, and Jackson leisurely walked beside her. "Then I'll walk you to the door."
Lillian let him be, but when they reached the Kelly Family's car, she was a bit dumbfounded.
The Kelly Family's driver had indeed come to pick her up, but he was looking at Lillian with a sorrowful face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to drink. I just..."
He was clearly drunk, his face flushed.
A security guard from the Frane Family came over, also looking apologetic. "It's my fault. I saw him sitting in the car looking bored, so I went over to chat with him. We got carried away, and I handed him a bottle of water."
"But I took a big gulp, and it was alcohol in the water bottle!" The driver, afraid of being blamed by Lillian, said with a tearful face.
The security guard looked embarrassed and guilty. "I handed him the wrong bottle. My wife forbids me from drinking, so I secretly swapped the water bottle with alcohol to drink at home after work. It was a misunderstanding. I'm sorry, Lillian. It's all my fault. Please don't blame the driver."
Lillian glanced at Jackson, half-smiling.
Jackson looked serious and solemn. "It looks like I'll have to take you home."
Lillian was silent.
She walked over to her car and instructed the driver. "You sit in the passenger seat."
The driver apologized again and got into the car.
Lillian opened the driver's door and said to Jackson, "I can drive myself."
But as she bent down to get in, her arm was grabbed, and she turned to see Jackson holding her.
Jackson's gaze lowered. "Do you know the traffic rules? How can you drive in high heels?"
Lillian was indeed wearing high heels today, as it was her first day at work and she wanted to make an impression.
She was momentarily stunned, but Jackson had already pulled her to the Bentley in the back.
Jackson put her in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and then got into the driver's seat himself.
In the Kelly Family's car in front, the Frane Family's driver had already started driving away slowly.
Jackson started the car, and Lillian couldn't help but glanced at him. "You don't find this troublesome?"
Jackson turned his head to look at her, smiled gently. "Raising you wasn't troublesome, so what's the trouble in taking you home?"
Lillian was suddenly touched by his words and turned to look out the window.
Jackson glanced at her again, seeing her sitting beside him, leaning against a soft throw pillow, and a smile spread across his eyes.
Previously, Lillian had refused to ride in his car and had made him ride with Ambrose, which had bothered him.
Now, he had gotten his wish.
The car was quiet, and Lillian hadn't been alone with Jackson like this for a long time.
"Do you want to..." When Jackson spoke, Lillian inexplicably felt nervous.
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