Chapter 896
When Oberon and Ambrose arrived, Lillian had just finished her noodles.
Oberon and Flora were dressed in black today, looking solemn and respectful.
Lillian got out of the car, and Jackson had already stepped out, opening the trunk and carefully taking out two bouquets of flowers.
"Let's go."
Jackson nodded at Lillian, who glanced at the bouquets in his hands, a bit surprised.
Jackson smiled at her.
They walked towards Oberon and the others, Lillian watching Oberon's expression.
"Grandpa."
She was worried Oberon might scold them, but he just glanced at her before looking at Jackson.
Seeing the two bouquets in Jackson's hands, which were not the usual white chrysanthemums for memorials but vibrant multi-headed roses, Oberon's expression softened slightly.
"At least you put some thought into it."
Multi-headed roses weren't rare, and the ones Jackson held were just the common avocado variety. But these flowers were Ophelia's favorite.
It was clear Jackson had prepared in advance, showing some sincerity.
"It was the least I could do."
Jackson remained humble despite Oberon's rare praise.
He reached out to support Oberon, but Oberon waved him off and walked past him.
Ambrose followed, supporting Oberon as they made their way up the cemetery path.
Lillian supported Flora, while Jackson walked at the back, keeping an eye on both women. When Oberon got tired and turned around, he saw Flora slip slightly.
Jackson reacted faster than Lillian, reaching out to steady her.
Perhaps age had softened Oberon, or maybe he could see Lillian's genuine feelings for Jackson. Jackson's behavior was indeed commendable.
The distance in Oberon's eyes gradually faded, and he sighed softly, turning to continue up the path.
Ophelia's grave was on a scenic platform in the cemetery. As they approached, they saw someone already there, with faint sounds of crying.
Oberon stopped, and the others followed suit.
Lillian squinted in surprise, recognizing the man partially hidden by the tombstone. He had been there for a while, with a bouquet of beautiful multi-headed roses and some delicate pastries laid out.
A faint scent of alcohol drifted by.
Lillian frowned slightly, exchanging a glance with Jackson, both guessing who it was.
"Grandpa, Grandma, stay here. We'll go check."
Lillian stepped forward, with Ambrose and Jackson following.
She worried Oberon wouldn't want to see certain unwelcome people, but Oberon raised his hand and said firmly, "No need, let's go together."
Lillian tightened her grip on her grandmother's hand.
Their footsteps finally alerted the man by the tombstone. He had been sitting with his back to it, head bowed in despair.
He turned, his hair slightly disheveled, looking particularly haggard and sorrowful, with a hint of tears in his eyes.
It was Kenneth.
Seeing Lillian and the others, his pale face showed surprise and embarrassment. He quickly wiped his eyes and stood up.
"Mom, Dad, Lillian, you're here too."
Kenneth's expression was calm and restrained as he stepped forward.
Lillian couldn't hide her disdain. "Shouldn't we be asking you that? How did you know we were coming to visit Mom today?"
She was clearly agitated, unable to contain her disgust at Kenneth's seemingly sincere act.
If Kenneth hadn't stood firmly with the Lawson family and Ruby just yesterday, one might think he was a devoted man mourning his late wife.
"Lillian, how can you say that? Are you suggesting I knew you were coming and waited here on purpose?"
Kenneth frowned, his lips trembling as if hurt by Lillian's words.
Lillian thought he and Ruby were a perfect match, both skilled in their daily performances.
"Isn't that the case?"
Lillian's voice dripped with sarcasm, while Kenneth looked pained and hurt.
"Lillian, I couldn't sleep because of what Ruby did. I felt so guilty and wanted to apologize to your mother, hoping she could forgive me."
Lillian's sneer deepened. "Forgive you? If you felt so guilty, you shouldn't have the face to come here."
Kenneth's eyes filled with pain, stepping forward anxiously.
"Lillian, others can misunderstand me, but you're my daughter! You should believe me. I was deceived by Ruby. I had no idea she was so malicious and did so many terrible things to you. I was bewitched by her."
Kenneth reached out to hold Lillian's hand, but before he could touch her, Jackson's arm blocked him.
Kenneth looked at Jackson's cold, stern face.
"Mr. Price, Lillian is still recovering from nearly drowning because of your wife and stepdaughter. Your cold hands might make her worse."
Jackson's serious tone made Kenneth's mouth twitch, unable to argue.
He withdrew his hand, looking guilty and concerned. "Lillian, you don't look well. Are you still recovering?"
Lillian ignored his false concern. "It's good you're here. Answer me in front of my mother's spirit. Did you switch me with Anouk? Did you really know nothing about Ruby's actions?"
Lillian stared at Kenneth, her black outfit and cold demeanor making her look strikingly like a young Ophelia.
Kenneth was momentarily dazed, remembering when he first met Ophelia. She had been radiant, proud, and cold, making him fall in love at first sight.
They had loved each other once, high school sweethearts who went to the same college.
From school to marriage, he had loved Ophelia deeply. But when had that love faded?
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