Chapter 746
On the way to the cemetery, Lillian was feeling down and remained silent.
Jackson reached out and pulled Lillian's small, cold hand to his side.
His large hand wrapped around hers, holding it tightly without letting go.
Lillian didn't resist this time, perhaps because of Jackson's warm palm, or maybe because she was grateful to him in her heart, for he had given their Taylor a final dignity.
It also gave her a place to remember her child in the future.
The cemetery was on the outskirts of Miracalia. By the time they arrived, the last brilliant glow of the sunset had faded.
Even though this was the most upscale cemetery in Miracalia, nestled by the mountains and water with excellent management, it couldn't hide its desolation.
Jackson held Lillian's hand the entire time, guiding her up the steps past rows of tombstones.
A cemetery worker was coming down and, upon seeing Jackson, didn't shy away but instead greeted him with a smile.
"Mr. Frane, you're here again. Looks like the weather might change soon."
"I'll be leaving shortly."
Jackson nodded slightly to the old man and continued leading Lillian upward.
Since Jackson usually came alone, the fact that he brought a woman today made Rhett take a closer look at Lillian as they passed by.
Lillian was also surprised by Jackson's politeness towards the man and looked at him.
Their eyes met, and Lillian nodded slightly.
Rhett turned and watched their figures for a few more moments, sighing.
He thought this beautiful woman must be the child's mother.
It was the first time he had seen her, and they made a good pair. What a pity.
Taylor's grave was at the top, in the most scenic spot. Jackson led Lillian to the grave.
Lillian saw the inscription on the tombstone: "Taylor Frane's Grave," with her and Jackson's names written below.
They never had the chance to take a photo of Taylor, but there was a computer-generated image of a cherubic baby face.
The baby was smiling with rosy cheeks.
It looked incredibly innocent and cute, just as Lillian had imagined their Taylor would look.
Lillian's eyes blurred almost instantly. She squatted down, touching the baby's face in the photo, her voice trembling.
"What's this?"
Jackson squatted down beside her and explained, "It's a computer-generated image of what Taylor would look like at a hundred days old, based on his 4D ultrasound."
If their Taylor were still here, he would probably look like this, a very beautiful baby.
"Taylor, so this is what you look like. I can't believe I'm only seeing you now. I'm sorry for coming so late."
Lillian touched the photo, her vision gradually blurring.
But whether it was a mother's intuition or something else, she felt she had seen this Taylor in her dreams before.
Lillian couldn't figure out where this sense of familiarity came from before Jackson, worried she was too upset, pulled her up from the tombstone and held her in his arms.
"Alright, don't cry. Didn't you promise me? Taylor wouldn't want to see you in tears."
Lillian leaned against Jackson, lost in sorrow, momentarily forgetting to pull away.
"I never did anything for Taylor." Her voice was low and filled with guilt.
Jackson gently patted her back, his voice soft and soothing. "Who said you didn't?"
Lillian lifted her head from Jackson's embrace, her eyes shattered.
Jackson touched the corner of her eye, "When Taylor left, he was wearing the clothes and swaddling blanket you prepared for him. He was holding the little airplane model you bought."
Lillian's lips parted in surprise, and after a long pause, she said, "Thank you."
A look of pity and helplessness flashed in Jackson's eyes. What did it matter what he did?
He hadn't protected them, and what he did now was just a small comfort to Lillian.
"I'm Taylor's dad. It's my duty to do these things. I don't deserve your thanks. I never expected you to forgive me because of this. As long as it eases your pain a little, that's enough."
Jackson's gentle voice blended into the night breeze. He stroked Lillian's long hair, trying to smooth out the knots in her heart.
Lillian choked up, feeling conflicted.
She pushed Jackson away and looked at Taylor's tombstone.
There were several bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstone, some dried, some withered, and some fresh, along with many baby toys.
It made this tombstone look very special and lively.
Lillian now believed what Mike had said, that Jackson probably came here every week.
She clenched her fists and gently touched the tombstone, speaking softly in her heart, 'Taylor, both Daddy and Mommy love you. But please, don't forgive us. Forget about us. That way, you won't feel lonely over there.'
"What are you thinking about?"
Seeing her lower her head in silence, Jackson walked over to block the wind and loosely wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"I was thinking if Taylor forgets us, maybe he can find a happier, warmer home sooner, with better parents."
Lillian's voice was very soft, but Jackson felt a pang in his heart.
Jackson's hand, which was loosely on Lillian's shoulder, tightened. He grabbed her other shoulder and turned her to face him.
He bent his tall back slightly, his deep eyes staring into hers.
"Why can't we be those better parents and that happier, warmer home? Maybe Taylor doesn't want to leave at all. Maybe he's waiting for us to reconcile, wanting to come back to us in another way."
Jackson's eyes were filled with obsessive heat, almost compelling belief.
Lillian was momentarily stunned, her hair blowing messily in the wind, and she forgot to brush it away.
Jackson stared at her without moving until Lillian's lips suddenly twitched, and her eyes cleared.
Jackson seemed to see the answer in her eyes. Before she could speak, he suddenly took a step back.
Then Jackson's tall, slender figure suddenly lowered as he bent his knees.
His perfectly tailored, unwrinkled expensive suit pants brushed the ground.
Lillian was stunned for a moment. Realizing what was happening, her expression changed, and she quickly reached out to pull him up.
"Jackson!"
In her anxiety, she cried out, but it was too late to stop him.
With a thud, Jackson's knees hit the marble floor heavily.
In a gesture of reverence, he knelt before her.
The shift in perspective brought a subtle change in emotions, and Lillian looked down at him in shock.
The light in the sky had completely disappeared, and the clouds were thick, leaving no trace of light.
At that moment, the cemetery lights suddenly lit up in rows. Jackson looked up at her.
On his noble, handsome face, there was no longer any coldness or arrogance.
His tall, unyielding figure was illuminated by the cold light, looking as desolate as frost and snow.
The once invincible Jackson had never knelt before anyone, but now he knelt before his child's grave and his lover, sincerely pleading.
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