Chapter 843
Jackson's knuckles tightened around his phone. The person having lunch with Ambrose wasn't Lillian.
So, who was the man Lillian had planned to meet for lunch?
Why wasn't she answering her phone? Jackson felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.
He dialed her number again.
Meanwhile, Lillian had already driven her sports car out of the gated community.
The road out of the community was a long, steep slope. As Lillian drove, the cool wind stung her flushed cheeks, causing a prickling pain.
She raised the convertible top, and just then, her phone rang. Lillian was about to slow down to answer when she realized something was wrong.
The brakes had failed. The car showed no signs of slowing down; in fact, it was picking up speed as it descended the slope.
A chill ran down Lillian's spine, and cold sweat broke out on her back.
She immediately pressed the electronic handbrake hard to activate the emergency braking system, but it was no use.
Lillian quickly turned on the hazard lights and steered toward the roadside, her eyes scanning her surroundings rapidly.
The phone rang again after a brief silence.
Feeling a sense of urgency, Lillian gripped the steering wheel with one hand and quickly found her phone to answer the call.
She realized that if something were to happen to her, the voice she most wanted to hear was his.
The call connected, and Jackson's warm, smiling voice came through.
"Hey, babe, where are you? You know you're supposed to check in."
Hearing his familiar, deep voice, Lillian's fear was suddenly magnified.
She hadn't been that afraid of dying just moments ago, but now she was terrified.
They had just reconciled; she didn't want to be separated from him like this.
"Jackson, I..."
Lillian's voice was choked with emotion.
The car was completely out of control, and a crash, rollover, or explosion could happen at any moment.
Jackson's smile vanished instantly at the sound of her broken voice.
He gripped his phone tightly, immediately sensing that something was wrong.
He sprinted toward the parking lot, speaking urgently.
"Lillian, what's happening? Don't be afraid, tell me."
Jackson's voice had a naturally calming effect on Lillian.
She took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.
"I just left Kenneth's Hilltop Mansion. The brakes have failed."
There was a dead silence on the other end for two or three seconds before Jackson's low, steady voice came through again.
"Lillian, stay calm. Share your location with me right now. It's going to be okay. I'm here. We'll get through this together. Trust me."
Jackson repeated his words, soothing Lillian's nerves.
He was also convincing himself. His voice remained steady as he got into his car and sped off toward the hills.
His expression was tense but calm, though the bulging veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel betrayed his inner turmoil.
"Okay."
Lillian's voice was hoarse, but she quickly sent her location to Jackson.
"Good girl, you did great."
Jackson spoke gently, quickly opening the location and calculating her current speed and potential external dangers.
"Lillian, listen to me. At the next intersection, turn east and head toward the outskirts."
"Okay," Lillian responded almost immediately as she reached the intersection.
Without hesitation, she followed Jackson's instructions and sped toward the outskirts.
"I made the turn."
"Good. Don't hang up. Keep going straight and stay calm. Wait for me."
"Okay."
Jackson immediately called the Secretary of Transportation, quickly explaining the situation.
"Zephyr, I need you to clear the route from my wife's current location to Mirror Lake immediately!"
Zephyr's voice came through, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Mr. Frane, are you planning to have Mrs. Frane drive onto the bridge and into Mirror Lake?"
"Yes, I'm already on my way to Mirror Lake. Please hurry."
Jackson's voice was steady but hoarse.
"Please, Zephyr, my wife can't be harmed!"
Zephyr was momentarily stunned, hearing the urgency and sincerity in Jackson's voice.
He understood that if he handled this well, he would be the savior of the future matriarch of the Frane family and a respected elder to Jackson.
Conversely, if anything happened to Jackson's beloved, the pressure and consequences would be unimaginable.
He quickened his pace.
Jackson hung up with Zephyr and made two more calls, instructing Harry to intercept vehicles and Terry to prepare for rescue.
Finally, he called Ambrose.
Ambrose answered quickly, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
"Mr. Frane, you seem quite concerned about me, calling twice during one meal."
Jackson cut him off. "Lillian's in trouble."
Ambrose, about to eat, froze. Jackson's voice was cold and urgent as he explained the situation.
"Lillian's brakes failed after leaving Hilltop Mansion. I'm on my way to save her. I can't handle the situation at the hills. Your family needs to take care of it!"
Ambrose's eyes turned icy cold. Hearing about Lillian's brake failure, he gripped his fork tightly.
The high-quality fork snapped in his hand, the broken piece piercing his palm, causing blood to flow.
The woman across from him stood up in a panic, trying to help with his injury.
But before she could touch him, Ambrose had already stormed out of the room.
The woman stood there, hand raised, staring at the door, her eyes dimming slightly.
She had never seen Ambrose so tense, frantic, and cold.
In front of everyone, he was always composed, relaxed, and courteous.
But there was someone who could make him lose his composure and drain the color from his face in an instant.
That woman named Lillian must be incredibly important to him.
Thinking this, the long-haired woman poured herself a glass of red wine.
After drinking half the glass, she put it down and checked the situation in the eastern suburbs on her phone.
No matter who this Lillian was, she didn't want anything to happen to her.
A woman who mattered so much to Ambrose must be a good and exceptional person, deserving of kindness.
Besides, if something happened to Lillian, Ambrose would be devastated.
She didn't want that.
To her surprise, when she checked the news about the eastern suburbs, she found an official announcement about road control.
The authorities had issued an emergency notice, controlling several roads leading to Mirror Lake. The news and radio were broadcasting the announcement simultaneously.
With such a large-scale operation, everything should be fine.
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