Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 37

Lillian smiled and hung up the phone before walking back to Brandon.

“Let’s go.”

Brandon let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she had agreed.

Lillian didn’t get into Brandon’s car. That car was probably now the designated transport for Bella and that Hannah woman. Leonard had arranged a car for her, so Lillian got into the Maybach instead, avoiding a potential argument with Brandon on the way. He just had that uncanny ability to be infuriating, to get under her skin.

At the Mercer estate, Sabrina personally brought a new pair of slippers and placed them at Lillian's feet.

“Lillian, your father bought these for you specially. They’re the brand you used to always wear.”

Yes, the classic brown designer slippers she had always worn at home. Now, Sabrina and Bella were wearing them too. They had probably gotten used to them over the past two years.

Lillian nudged the slippers aside with her toe and walked into the house without changing, tossing a comment over her shoulder. “I’m used to the ones from prison now.”

Her words made the smile on Sabrina’s face freeze.

Sabrina had been prepared for a cold shoulder from Lillian, but she hadn’t expected such a powerful blow the moment she walked in the door.

Normally, Martin would have already rushed over to discipline Lillian. But today, Sabrina glanced at him and saw that while his expression flickered, he kept his smile.

“If you don’t want to change, you don’t have to. Lillian is back in her own home; she can do as she pleases.”

Bella helped the squatting Sabrina to her feet. Sabrina subtly shook her head, signaling Bella to control her emotions.

Bella nodded, a smile gracing her face as she hurried upstairs to bring Noah down.

Lillian was surprised. They had really gone all out for today's performance. They had even brought Noah out of the hospital to be part of the act. Their goal must be something significant.

Brandon coaxed Noah, “Noah, call for Mommy. Go give your mommy a big hug and kiss.”

Noah looked up at Bella, who smiled and nodded at him.

Noah seemed less resistant than before, walking towards Lillian step by step.

After two years, Lillian heard her son call out, “Mommy.”

In that instant, a storm of complicated emotions churned within her. It was a bitter feeling.

Martin said, “Lillian, Sabrina has been in the kitchen personally preparing many of your favorite dishes. You must eat well later.”

Lillian glanced at Sabrina. There was one thing she had to admire about this woman: her resilience. She could bend and stretch to any situation. She must despise Lillian to her very core, yet here she was, acting so submissive, even cooking for her. Few people could stoop to that level.

At the dinner table, she did indeed see many of the dishes she used to love. But in the past, her grandmother had always made them for her. They looked the same, but she knew no one could replicate her grandmother’s cooking.

Brandon raised his glass, speaking first. “Lillian, I want to apologize to you. I’ve been arguing with you a lot lately. That was my fault. I’ll drink to that.”

He downed the glass in one go, but Lillian didn’t touch hers. She sat there, calmly sipping her water. “So, Brandon, what is it you wanted to talk to me about today?”

Colin quickly interjected to smooth things over. “Lillian, we’re family. You’re the sister Brandon and I cherish the most. We all want you to come home so we can be a family again.”

Lillian remained silent, picking up a piece of fish with her fork. She tasted it and frowned. Just as she thought, no one could make it taste like her grandmother’s.

Just then, the main act began. A servant brought over a bottle of strong liquor.

Sabrina stood up, walked over to Lillian, poured a glass, knelt down, and raised it in a toast—all in one fluid motion. This series of actions was so sudden that even Martin hadn't been warned, leaving everyone stunned. Only Lillian seemed unsurprised, watching her performance with cold eyes.