Chapter 827
Max felt this wasn't a minor issue and feared Lillian wouldn't take it seriously, so his tone grew more stern.
Lillian was speechless.
She wanted to explain that Ambrose was family, but saying that would reveal too many things.
Although Max was recovering well, he had only recently woken up and his body was still in the process of healing.
The doctor had also said that he shouldn't be subjected to too much stress right now.
Lillian's background and the events of the past two or three years...
Especially the matters involving the Young family, Lillian decided to keep them from Max for now.
"Max, I get it. I'll take care of it."
After a moment, Lillian still didn't explain anything, just said this dryly.
However, the more she acted this way, the more Max felt the issue was serious, and he continued to nag.
"Just make sure you handle it well. Marriage can be strong, but it can also be fragile and can't withstand suspicion or crossing boundaries. That Mr. Kelly... Anyway, don't get too close to him."
Max still thought Lillian was his biological sister. He had been in a coma for two years, and in his memory, Lillian was still a young girl of twenty.
Moreover, Lillian's marriage was not exactly equal, and Jackson's personality was difficult to deal with.
He couldn't help but give Lillian more advice.
"I understand, big brother," Lillian said awkwardly, nodding.
At that moment, a lazy, amused voice came from behind her.
"I think Max is right, Lillian. You should listen to him."
Jackson had returned at some point and had clearly heard Max's advice.
Jackson chimed in, and Lillian glared at him fiercely.
She couldn't understand how Jackson could act so well.
He had only accompanied Max in the hospital for a couple of scenes, and now Max was so biased in his favor?
Jackson knew the truth, yet he still dared to come over and stir things up.
Max, seeing that Jackson had heard, quickly raised his voice to prevent any misunderstanding.
"Mr. Frane, don't overthink it. I've been in the hospital too long, and my immobility has led to wild thoughts. You know Lillian's character better than I do; she's not the type to act recklessly."
Max hurried to explain, looking somewhat regretful.
He felt he had complicated things, and if his words caused Jackson to misunderstand Lillian further, it would be his fault.
Jackson walked over, wrapped his arm around Lillian's waist, and held her hand with his, his expression calm and gentle.
"No need to be so formal. Just call me Jackson. What I said earlier was just a joke with Lillian. I know Ambrose too; he's just a regular friend of Lillian's. I trust her completely, so don't worry, big brother."
Jackson rarely explained things so patiently to elders.
On the screen, Max was stunned for a moment, as if frozen.
When he came to his senses, he smiled broadly.
"Alright, I won't disturb you two anymore. You and Lillian should get some rest."
Max paused, still not daring to call Jackson by his first name directly, but his use of "brother-in-law" made Jackson's expression even warmer.
The Young family did have someone who understood the situation.
After ending the video call, Jackson looked down with a smile.
"Max said we should rest early. Lillian, how about we take a bath together?"
Lillian gave Jackson a fake smile. "If Max knew the truth, he wouldn't think you're such a great guy. You should be ashamed."
Max thought that during his two-year coma, Jackson had taken good care of Lillian and even looked after him, which made him believe Jackson was reliable.
If he knew the truth, how could he think that?
Jackson held Lillian close. "When Max finds out, I'll take whatever comes."
Lillian raised an eyebrow at him, not believing he would really take any punishment.
Jackson wasn't the type to tolerate being scolded, and even if he could, no one would dare to actually punish him.
"It's better if Max doesn't know the truth. If he finds out about Mary and Bob, who knows how upset he'll be."
Lillian frowned at the thought.
Since Max woke up, he hadn't seen Mary. He had asked about her twice.
Lillian had dodged the questions.
Max probably knew Mary's character and guessed that during his coma, Lillian had been the one holding everything together.
Max had just patted Lillian's head and said, "My dear Lillian, you've worked hard. I've been a burden to you."
After that, he never mentioned Mary again.
Jackson rubbed Lillian's head. "He's a grown man who's been through life and death. There's nothing he can't handle. Stop worrying about him."
Lillian listened to him and realized Jackson had learned to comfort people.
Just as she was about to look at him differently, Jackson's tone changed.
"If you love to worry so much, why not worry about your boyfriend, Ms. Young?"
Lillian was speechless.
She didn't want to talk to a jealous person, so she pushed Jackson away and was about to go take a shower when car headlights suddenly shone from downstairs.
The area around the Peace Mansion was quite empty, so headlights at this time meant someone was coming to the mansion.
Lillian looked at Jackson. "Who is it?"
Jackson didn't answer, his gaze falling outside the courtyard, his eyes cold, losing the gentle and lazy demeanor from before.
"Someone annoying."
If it were family or friends, they would have notified them in advance.
It wasn't hard to guess who such an unwelcome guest might be.
Lillian thought of little Logan sleeping upstairs, and her relaxed expression became serious.
"You go take a shower. I'll handle this."
Jackson stroked Lillian's hair gently.
He turned to leave, but Lillian grabbed his arm. "Let's go down together."
Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Lillian laughed. "Of course. Some people don't want to see us together. How can I let them have their way?"
Jackson bent slightly and intertwined his fingers with Lillian's.
"My girlfriend is right. This is better."
Lillian smiled and let Jackson lead her downstairs. At that moment, the security guard called to ask if they should let the visitor in.
Jackson nodded, and the gates of the Peace Mansion slowly opened.
In the car, Star sat pale-faced by the rear window, looking at the luxurious Peace Mansion in the night. Her eyes were filled with resentment.
Such a prestigious place should have been her future home.
But because of Lillian, that goal seemed to be slipping further away.
Damn it.
Beside Star, a stern voice suddenly sounded.
The voice had the hoarseness of old age.
It was Dominic.
He said, "Get rid of that sharp, vicious look on your face! No man likes a woman who shows her emotions so openly. You're useless!"
Star didn't dare talk back and quickly hid her emotions, smiling slightly.
"Dad, I didn't do well."
Dominic glanced at her and continued, "Tonight is an opportunity. Think about how to use it. Don't keep disappointing me."
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