The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 650

In that moment, Henry felt utterly lost, unable to find solace even within himself. How could he possibly offer comfort to anyone else when he was drowning in his own sorrow?

With his eyes glistening with unshed tears, he murmured, “Lily was such a good kid. How could this possibly happen…?” His voice cracked under the weight of grief, each word a reminder of the unbearable loss they were all grappling with.

Victor sat at the table, his gaze cast down, a heavy weight pressing on his chest. The news Ashton had delivered about James’s recent attempt to end his own life echoed in his mind. The thought of James inflicting harm upon himself again sent a chill through him, a fear that gripped him tightly.

The entire Luke family felt as though they were enveloped in a thick, suffocating fog of despair. The tragic news of Lily being taken by a shark hung over them like a dark cloud, casting a shadow in their once vibrant dining room. Even the servants, usually steadfast in their duties, wore expressions of profound sorrow, their eyes betraying the heaviness in their hearts.

Silence reigned supreme, a silence so deep it felt as if it could swallow them whole. Each family member was lost in their own thoughts, their hearts hollowed out by the relentless ache of pain and despair. Suddenly, the butler, who had always been the epitome of composure, burst into the room, his face flushed with urgency and emotion.

“L-Lily… She’s back!” he exclaimed, breathless, as if the very air he breathed was charged with hope.

“What did you say? Who did you say is back?” Grace shot up from her chair, her heart racing.

In that instant, she knew he was referring to Lily.

Is my mind playing tricks on me? she thought, her heart pounding. Surely, this was impossible. Lily was gone. How could she possibly hear the butler proclaiming her return?

Ivan’s expression twisted into one of pained disbelief. “Stop joking. This isn’t funny at all,” he snapped, his voice laced with frustration.

Nancy, overwhelmed with sorrow, closed her eyes, allowing tears to stream down her cheeks in silence. The butler’s words felt like salt poured into an open wound, igniting a wave of agony that surged through her.

The butler, acutely aware of the devastation that had gripped Grace and the rest of the family, felt a surge of determination. He had always been loyal to the Luke family, and their happiness had been his utmost priority. The sight of their suffering had haunted him, stealing his peace at night.

Just moments ago, he had witnessed James and Lily stepping out of the car, a scene so joyous he could hardly contain himself. In his excitement, he had rushed straight to the dining room, neglecting even to greet them.

Seeing the disbelief etched on their faces, the butler’s urgency intensified. “I swear! I just saw Ms. Lily! She’s alive! Both she and Mr. James are right outside the main hall!”

Blanc, who had always regarded the butler as a pillar of stability, felt a wave of confusion wash over him. Why would he speak such wild claims in broad daylight?

As he prepared to reprimand the butler, he caught sight of Nancy and Grace, their tears shimmering like diamonds in the dim light. He hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

But before he could voice his thoughts, the dining room door swung open once again.

In walked James, hand in hand with Lily, her radiant smile lighting up the room.

“Lily?” Grace gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. She pinched herself hard, the sharp pain a reminder that she was indeed awake.

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