Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1149

She gave up on him a long time ago. No matter what he does now, she is never going back to him."

The elder Blakes saw the situation with crystal clarity, but nothing they said could get through to Sebastian.

He actually believed he still had a chance to reconcile with Lillian.

But if Lillian had any desire to reconcile, why would she be with Leonard?

Naturally, Sebastian refused to consider any of this. His mind was singularly focused on his obsessive pursuit of her.

Meanwhile, back at Halfridge Villas, peace had finally returned after the unwanted guests departed.

Lillian went upstairs to check on her mother, worried that Noah's little outburst might have triggered her.

Lately, with the help of Mr. Peregrine and her dedicated companion, Eleanor's condition had been very stable. There had been no manic episodes.

Aside from her inability to recognize people, she functioned almost like anyone else.

Lillian felt that, even with the memory loss, her mother's current state had far exceeded her expectations. It was a blessing.

She didn't ask for miracles. Since Mr. Peregrine had already determined she would never fully recover her sanity, living a peaceful, happy life was more than enough.

"Why do you have the first aid kit? Is my mother hurt?"

Seeing a nurse carry the medical box into the room, Lillian quickly followed.

Eleanor's companion gently held up the older woman's hand for Lillian to see. "When Ms. Lancaster was swatting that boy with the rose branches earlier, she must have accidentally pricked herself on the thorns. There are a few small punctures. I was worried about infection, so I asked the nurse to clean them up."

Lillian rushed forward, taking her mother's hand. Sure enough, there were faint traces of dried blood.

Lillian realized her own heart had hardened significantly.

Whether it was toward Sebastian or Noah, she had finally learned how to be ruthless.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Lillian took the antiseptic swab from the nurse and carefully dabbed the small punctures on her mother's hand.

When the cold liquid hit the cuts, Eleanor flinched and tried to pull away.

Lillian smiled warmly at her. "Let me blow on it. It won't hurt if I blow on it."

She leaned down and gently blew a few soft breaths over the scratches.

It was exactly what her mother used to do for her when she was a little girl, coaxing her with promises that blowing on the scrape would make all the pain disappear...