Butler Jackson answered respectfully, helped the old man lie down, and then went to check on Bryan Jackson.
Bryan had already had his wound treated. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, throwing a tantrum. Lydia Williams coaxed him for a long time with every soft and hard tactic she had, then sat by the bed, only to feel her anger flare up again.
Marianne Jackson was in the same year as Mia Ginger, already a senior. She'd applied to a top overseas university for grad school, so she wasn't home on weekends either. As for Zane Jackson, even better—she hadn't seen so much as his shadow all day.
His own son was injured, and who knew where he was out fooling around.
Lydia was so angry she couldn't hold it in. She grabbed her phone and went out onto the balcony, thinking she'd call him to vent.
Who would've thought—
She dialed, and a delicate, syrupy female voice came from the other end. "Hello?"
Hello?!
Lydia's face changed in an instant. "Who are you? Where's Zane?"
