Chapter 814
Lillian started to walk out, but Jackson reached out and grabbed her arm.
Jackson's expression was a mix of emotions. "Don't you hate Logan?"
The last time he went with Lillian to the hospital, they ran into Logan, who had a fever. Lillian showed an unusual amount of care and affection for the child.
But later, when Star arrived and found out that Logan was the baby Wendy had given birth to that night, Lillian clearly became a bit distant.
After that, Lillian left the hospital and didn't stay with Logan anymore. Jackson thought Lillian must have been quite bothered by it.
Lillian was pulled back onto Jackson's lap. She frowned, sighed, and a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.
"Honestly, saying I don't mind at all would be a lie. I don't like Logan's birth mother, and I'm angry that his birth gave Star the chance to cause trouble. But..."
Lillian's mind conjured up Logan's adorable little face, and she couldn't help but smile softly, feeling a wave of tenderness.
"But what fault does the child have? He can't choose his birth or his mother. He's innocent. Besides, for some reason, I can't bring myself to dislike him. He's a lovable kid."
Jackson looked at Lillian, hugged her tightly, and said, "Alright, I'll go with you to see him."
He stood up, holding Lillian's hand as they walked downstairs.
Just as they reached the bottom of the stairs, a servant led a tall figure inside.
Lillian looked over and saw that it was Jackson's father, Martin.
Martin was the same as always, dressed in a black suit, his gray hair meticulously combed back, and the wrinkles on his brow seemed even deeper, making him look even more stern and unapproachable.
Martin's gaze immediately fell on Lillian, and he frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
He spoke, his eyes moving down to where Jackson was tightly holding Lillian's hand.
Lillian had never been liked by Martin and his wife.
Hearing Martin's questioning tone, Lillian wasn't surprised at all.
Since childhood, Lillian had always been a bit afraid of Martin.
She had lived under someone else's roof, and although Martin didn't openly show his disdain like Daisy did, his coldness was sometimes even more hurtful.
The fear and apprehension from her childhood made Lillian instinctively pull her hand out of Jackson's grasp.
Feeling her hand slip away, Jackson immediately turned to look at Lillian and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Realizing her reaction was too strong, Lillian turned to Jackson with a smile, then looked at Martin and politely nodded.
"Mr. Frane."
Lillian didn't answer Martin's question and had no intention of chatting with him.
She then turned to Jackson and said, "You guys talk, I'll wait outside."
Martin rarely came to the Peace Mansion since she and Jackson moved in.
In her memory, Martin had only visited once.
It was one evening when Lillian was still wearing her dance outfit and practicing in the yard. Martin got out of the car and frowned deeply.
"Since you're Mrs. Frane now, you should be dignified and composed. What kind of behavior is this, jumping around in the yard dressed like that?"
She had apologized meekly, and Martin had gone into the living room and asked her to contact Jackson.
She had called Jackson several times, but he didn't answer, and Martin's face grew darker.
She had nervously made Martin a cup of coffee, but he hadn't taken a sip before getting up and leaving without a word.
Lillian still remembered chasing after him into the yard, watching him get into the car.
Throughout the entire time, Martin hadn't looked at her once.
That kind of complete indifference left a lasting impression on Lillian.
She snapped back to reality and was about to leave when Jackson suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Stay here, you don't need to avoid him."
Jackson's voice was deep and magnetic. He then looked at Martin and said, "Dad, why are you here? Is there something you need?"
Martin's face looked unpleasant. Clearly, he was unhappy with both Lillian's lack of response and Jackson's unwelcoming attitude.
"Can't I come over if there's nothing wrong?"
Martin said in a low voice, walking over to the sofa and sitting down.
Jackson, holding Lillian's waist, walked down the stairs and said indifferently, "Of course not, but Lillian and I are about to go out. If you want to stay, go ahead."
Jackson didn't stop, continuing to walk out with Lillian. He then turned back and said, "The servants are off today. If you're thirsty, there's bottled water in the fridge. Help yourself."
Martin was so angry at being ignored that he slammed the table.
"Stop right there!"
Jackson finally stopped and looked at Martin. "Do you have something else to say?"
"Is this how you treat me?"
Martin asked sternly, but Jackson's expression remained calm, his lips slightly curved.
"Father, you said you had nothing to discuss, and you implied you're not a guest and can come anytime. If that's the case, you can stay here. What's the problem?"
Martin felt his blood pressure rising but couldn't find the words to argue back.
He had long lost control over his son, Jackson.
Feeling both angry and embarrassed, Martin's gaze fell on Lillian, and he grew even more displeased.
It was Lillian who had caused the Frane family to fall apart.
Even now, Daisy was secretly confined in a mental institution.
Thinking about the call he had just received from Dominic, Martin's eyes grew sharper as he looked at Lillian.
He said in a low voice, "Lillian, since you and Jackson are divorced and you've left the Frane family, you should keep your distance. What kind of behavior is this, hugging and holding hands with Jackson?"
Jackson's face darkened, about to speak, but Lillian raised her hand.
Jackson thought she was going to push him away, but to his surprise, Lillian's right hand slipped around his lean waist, pulling herself closer to him, and finally wrapping her arm around his back.
Jackson was stunned, then looked down, his lips curving slightly.
Lillian, holding Jackson, looked at Martin.
As expected, Martin's frown deepened, his anger growing.
Lillian smiled and said, "Mr. Frane, now I'm the one hugging him. Earlier, Jackson was just holding me."
Since Martin had already accused her, she might as well confirm it.
Otherwise, she'd be taking the blame for nothing.
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