I nodded in agreement. Lillian had always liked Nathan as her uncle. If he handled the funeral, she would probably be happy about it, even from above.
As for informing Sebastian, I had no interest in communicating with that cold and foolish man ever again. But if Nathan could convince him to come, I wouldn't refuse—after all, Lillian had wanted nothing more than to see her father one last time.
Nathan glanced at my leg, which was in a cast, and spoke softly. "Juliana, you've left the Prescott Manor, and you're injured. Why don't you come home?"
"There are housekeepers who can take care of you, and there are plenty of positions at the company if you—"
I knew where he was going with this, but I cut him off before he could finish. "Go back? To live under the same roof as Isabella and let
