Chapter 9 Secrets
Inside the house, Daisy was chatting with her personal maid, Anna.
Anna said, "Mrs. Frane, don't worry too much. The doctor said Jeffrey's leukemia is not high-risk, and he may not necessarily need a bone marrow transplant."
Daisy replied, "I know, but Jeffrey has a rare blood type and will inevitably need blood transfusions! If only Lillian could have a child with a matching blood type, then she would prove to be somewhat useful and the Frane family didn't raise her for nothing."
The Jeffrey they were talking about was Daisy's last son. Daisy gave birth to him at an advanced age and doted on him. Unfortunately, Jeffrey's congenital leukemia prevented him from living a normal life, confining him to the ward.
Jeffrey had a very rare blood type, making it challenging to find matching blood during his treatment.
Daisy was hoping for Lillian to carry a child who could serve as a lifesaving match for Jeffrey.
Upon hearing this, Lillian was completely despondent, harboring only resentment towards this family. A thought crossed her mind that she had never considered before. She wanted a divorce!
However, it wasn’t easy to get a divorce. Since that snowy night when Max carried her through the doors of the Frane family, she had been enjoying a life of luxury and good education.
Lillian had been unconsciously assimilated by this family, and her individuality had been slowly eroded by it. Until the end, she was no longer herself but merely the dispensable seventh child of the Frane family.
Lillian slowly descended the stairs towards the hall and caught a glimpse of Jackson in the hall. He seemed to be chatting with a woman.
Jackson, who was in a high position, naturally had many female companions, but those allowed into the Frane Mansion were few.
As Lillian descended the stairs step by step, the woman's face slowly emerged. Then the woman also looked towards Lillian on the stairs.
Lillian's eyes instantly filled with rage. That woman was Jackson's first love. She was born on the same day as Lillian and had taken the life that should have belonged to Lillian when they were six years old.
Lillian and Wendy were switched at birth due to a hospital error. It wasn't until they were six years old that a coincidental discovery led to the children being swapped back.
If it weren't for that incident, Lillian should have been Lillian Sivan, the heiress of the Sivan family.
And Wendy should have been Wendy Young, enduring the damn pancakes in that dimly lit room with only the flickering TV screen, Bob's violence, and Mary's cold eyes!
But there was no if, and all the hardships fell on Lillian.
Watching Jackson and Wendy's intimate behavior, jealousy burned within Lillian.
‘Wendy, you have already stolen my life! Are you going to steal my husband this time?’ Lillian thought.
"Oh!" With Wendy's exclamation, all the people in the mansion turned their gaze towards Lillian.
On the spiral staircase, a trail of bloody footprints led to where Lillian stood. Her gaze was vacant, blood still trickling from her ankle.
Jackson roared, "Lillian, what on earth are you doing?"
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