Chapter 1501 Will She Be Lonely There?
A sense of foreboding filled Bettany''s heart as she gazed out at the swirling snow. Memories came
rushing back—of the first heavy snowfall when Lilly almost lost her life in the Hatcher Mansion, the
second time Lilly disappeared during a snowstorm, and the third time when Cloud couldn''t return.
Bettany couldn''t shake the thought and muttered, Is it Anthony this time? Panic surged within her, and
she involuntarily stood up.
The sound of the car engine outside ceased. Wrapped in a thick mink shawl, she pushed open the door
and fixed her gaze on the car.
Lilly was the first to step out, extending her hand to help Anthony out of the car.
Bettany sighed in relief, but her heart quickly tightened again. She wondered where Lisa was. If Lisa
had also returned, Anthony would have been the first person to exit the car. He would have assisted
Lilly and then Lisa. However, the current situation seemed different.
While observing Lilly guide a dejected Anthony inside, Bettany came to a realization. Her legs gave
way, and she had to lean on the door frame for support.
"Mom," Quinnie softly called, supporting Bettany''s arm.
Bettany held onto Quinnie''s hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Quinnie..."
Once, she had many daughters-inw, but now only one remained. She knew that Lisa would leave; it
was only a matter of time. She just didn''t expect it to be on such a snowy day, with Christmas just
around the corner.
Bettany looked forward to it year after year, anticipating a big family reunion on this day. She weed
and epted everyone, whether they were supposed toe or not, but she could never ept
parting.
She watched Anthony enter, observed the disheveled state of his beard, and gently reached out to
touch his chin. "Anthony, you must be tired. What would you like to eat? I''ll cook it for you..."
His lips twitched as he surveyed his family members. When the car had just stopped at the door, he
had heard the warmth and liveliness inside the mansion. But now, all eyes were on him.
At that moment, Matthan pretended to y with Riley, but he kept ncing over.
"I''m fine," Anthony forced a smile. "Mom, Lisa got dyed and won''t be back for Christmas this year..."
Before Bettany could say anything, he quickly added, "I''m going to take a shower first. I''ve been in the
mountains for several days, and I smell." Heughed, ruffled Matthan''s hair as he passed by, and
silently went upstairs.
Edward came down from upstairs and said, "Anthony..."
Josh also stuttered and said, "Dad..."
Anthony didn''t respond, and he just went straight to his room.
Lilly whispered, "Grandma, is dinner ready? It smells so good..."
The festive aroma of Christmas dishes—chicken, duck, fish, and meat—filled the air, blending
seamlessly with the sounds of fireworks and prayers. This deep yearning, engraved in thousands of
years of civilization, carried a sense of longing. Yet, despite the sorrow, returning to the harbor always
provided the strength to embark anew.
Lilly went upstairs and gently pushed open Anthony''s door. The sound of running water came from the
bathroom, and steam filled the air. She sat on the couch and waited quietly.
After what felt like an eternity, perhaps knowing that everyone was waiting for him, he finally emerged.
She stood up and said, "Uncle Anthony, Grandma asked me to call you for dinner."
He hummed in response, seemingly regaining his usual calm andposed demeanor. He smiled and
replied, "Lilly, you go down first. I will be right there." Then, he wiped the water droplets from his hair.
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Lilly pursed her lips before saying, "Uncle Anthony, Aunt Lisa has likely gone to the Nether. It''s the
deepest part of hell,pletely separate from the mortal world or theherworld. It''s a ce where
no human or ghost can reach..."
Anthony paused, then said softly, "Okay, I understand."
She continued, "If you go there in the future, you will be a ghost and won''t be able to reach the
Nether either. Uncle Anthony, please take care of yourself..."
He remained silent. Putting aside the towel he was using to dry his hair, he put on a thicker robe and
buttoned it up.
She took hold of his hand and pleaded, "Uncle Anthony..." She didn''t want to see him forcing a smile,
nor did she want to witness him hiding everything in his heart, as it would drive him insane.
Suddenly, he embraced her, burying his head on her shoulder. His whole body trembled, but she only
felt her shoulder getting wet.
His voice choked with sobs as he said, "Lilly... I... I just miss Lisa a little. Will she be alright there? Will
she be alone? Will she feel lonely..."
He wondered what she would do when she missed him. Who would massage her legs and shoulders
when she was tired from traveling the world? Who would cheer her up when she was sulking alone?
Why couldn''t one of the countless reunion lights be shared with her?
The muffled sobs of Anthony could be heard. They were not very distinct, and it even made one
question whether he was crying or simply speaking.
Lilly felt a deep sorrow in her heart when she saw him like this. Since she was a little girl, he had been
a strong, towering figure, supporting the entire Crawford family.
He was incredibly wealthy, and anything she desired, he would provide with a mere wave of his hand.
Decisive and swift, he treated the business world like a battlefield, never allowing anyone to force their
family into doing something they disliked.
Whenever her other uncles encountered difficulties, they would call out "Anthony." He would sternly
lecture his brothers while simultaneously solving their problems efficiently and effectively.
Still, she had never imagined that Anthony could cry, could feel pain, could appear so lost and
distraught.
Lilly had initially decided against returning to the Nether. However, she secretly made up her mind to
visit there after Christmas. She said, "Uncle Anthony, I''m nning to visit the Nether again after
Christmas. Would you like me to convey any messages to Aunt Lisa?"
He was taken aback by this and raised his head.