Chapter 749
Lillian felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.
She didn't know if she hoped the rain wouldn't fall, to give them an excuse to let go and deceive themselves, or if she hoped the heavy rain would fall quickly and end this fruitless torment.
Another clap of thunder suddenly roared, illuminating her pale face.
She shivered involuntarily and tightened her grip on the umbrella.
She used to be very afraid of thunderstorms at night because on stormy nights, Bob wouldn't go out; he would stay home, drink, and hit her.
Later, she moved to the Frane Mansion and lived with Jackson for almost two years.
It was Jackson who cured her fear of thunderstorms, but after that difficult childbirth night, the fear returned.
Lillian quickly walked up the mountain. After a few steps, another flash of lightning struck.
The standing tombstones looked even more lonely and eerie.
Lillian's legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees.
Terry reclined his car seat, humming a tune while tipping his favorite female streamer.
The car window was knocked on, and Terry turned his head. A flash of lightning revealed a woman with thick long hair and a face so pale it had no color.
"Ah! Oh my God!"
Terry's phone slipped from his hand and hit his eye, causing him to scream in pain.
It wasn't until the knocking and a somewhat familiar voice called out again that Terry recognized it wasn't a ghost but Lillian.
But wait, wasn't Lillian supposed to be with Jackson?
Why was she out here alone?
Terry hurriedly opened the car door and got out. "Mrs. Frane, where's Mr. Frane? It's getting windy; please get in the car."
Lillian handed the umbrella to Terry. "Jackson is still up there and hasn't come down. It's about to rain; go give him the umbrella and persuade him to come down quickly."
Terry didn't know what had happened, but in this weather, Jackson couldn't stay on the mountain alone.
He nodded and told Lillian to get in the car first, then quickly walked toward the cemetery.
Lillian watched his back, hesitated, struggled for a moment, and ultimately couldn't rest easy, so she followed him.
"Mrs. Frane, I can take the umbrella myself. You should go back." Terry saw her catching up and tried to persuade her.
If Lillian got caught in the rain, Jackson would probably send him to a delivery company to deliver packages.
But Lillian urged, "I'm scared to be alone. Let's go quickly."
Hearing her say she was scared, Terry couldn't argue further.
But after a short distance, Terry realized Lillian was genuinely afraid.
So he started a conversation, "Mrs. Frane, were you and Mr. Frane satisfied with the restaurant today?"
"It was fine," Lillian replied, thinking of saying not to arrange it next time.
Terry eagerly credited Jackson, saying, "I'm glad you liked it. Mr. Frane personally selected it from over a dozen popular couple's restaurants.
"I heard the ordering robot can even set questions according to customer needs, very thoughtful. It's one of the restaurants with the highest proposal success rates recently."
Terry curiously looked at Lillian, "By the way, Mrs. Frane, what questions did the little robot ask you and Mr. Frane?"
Lillian thought of the robot's questions and bit her lip.
She knew such a cute robot couldn't be so lewd; it was all Jackson's doing.
And tonight, she just wanted to visit Taylor.
But Jackson made it so difficult to end!
She hated him!
She shouldn't have softened and brought Terry up to give him the umbrella.
Let him kneel in front of the tombstone and atone to Taylor!
Despite thinking this, Lillian still quickened her pace to catch up with Terry.
"You should walk in front of me."
Terry stepped aside and said considerately. Lillian nodded and walked ahead of Terry.
Then Terry suddenly said, "Mrs. Frane, actually, the night Taylor was born, Mr. Frane couldn't come for because Ms. Price had said she would leave the country quietly if Mr. Frane company her."
Lillian stopped abruptly, turned around, and the strong wind blew her hair wildly, making her eyes sting.
Her voice tightened, "How do you know?"
"Of course, I know! On the way to the suburbs, Mr. Frane instructed me to book a ticket for Ms. Price immediately and told me about it.
"Mr. Frane was very relaxed at the time. He said with the birth of the Price family's child, he could answer to the late Henry.
"Ms. Price also agreed to leave the country, so Mr. Frane could be with you and wait for Taylor's birth. Mr. Frane didn't expect such an accident."
Terry anxiously explained, afraid Lillian wouldn't believe him and think he was making it up.
He hurriedly took out his phone, "I even booked the ticket for Ms. Price. I still have the booking information. Let me find it."
Lillian raised her hand to grab Terry's arm.
Terry looked up in surprise, and Lillian let go, "No need to check. I believe you."
Terry wasn't someone without principles, and Lillian believed he wouldn't lie for Jackson.
For a moment, Lillian's emotions grew more complicated.
"Mrs. Frane, regarding Taylor, you and Mr. Frane are both victims. Can't you forgive Mr. Frane?"
Terry looked at Lillian, genuinely hoping Jackson and Lillian would reconcile soon, as it would ease his own pressures.
Lillian turned her head without speaking and continued walking up.
Terry sighed and followed.
As they neared the top, Terry vaguely saw Jackson's figure. Lillian turned and took the umbrella from Terry.
"There are only two umbrellas. I'll take it over. You should go down quickly before it starts raining. Thank you for coming up with me."
Lillian still cared about Jackson's dignity and didn't want Terry to see Jackson's crazed state.
Terry thought Jackson probably didn't want to see him either, so he stopped.
"Alright, you go ahead."
Lillian walked quickly, and Terry headed down. Another clap of thunder roared.
Terry glanced back at Jackson and almost fell down the steps.
What did he just see?
Jackson seemed to be kneeling straight. Was he seeing things?
Terry rubbed his eyes and decided not to rush down. He crouched behind a tombstone, waiting for the next thunderclap.
As he hoped, the rolling thunder illuminated the cemetery.
Terry clearly saw Jackson was indeed kneeling, and Lillian walked quickly toward him.
Jackson didn't stand up; instead, he kneeled forward a few steps and hugged Lillian like a child.
Oh my God!
Terry prayed the thunder wouldn't stop.
He loved watching this and wanted to see more.
He just wondered if Lillian could forgive Jackson after all this.
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