Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Mr. Robert Awakens

The instant the delicate silver needles, faintly shimmering with an ethereal blue light, were withdrawn from her bracelet, an unmistakable chill swept through the entire room. The air seemed to grow colder, heavier, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath.

Everyone present froze in place, their expressions a mix of shock and awe. They had witnessed many intense moments before, but this—this was unlike anything they had ever encountered.

Lilian moved with breathtaking speed and grace, her hands weaving through the air with the precision and fluidity of a flowing river. Her needlework was flawless, each movement deliberate and controlled. The doctors observing her, though unfamiliar with the intricacies of acupuncture, could sense the extraordinary power behind her actions. This was clearly a mastery that transcended their understanding.

All eyes were fixed on the nine slender needles that now glistened as they pierced the old man’s body. The faint blue glow that had surrounded them began to shift, dimming slowly. The needles darkened to black, then flared a deep red, before softening back to blue and finally returning to their original silver hue.

Sweat trickled down Lilian’s pale forehead, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. She could feel her spiritual energy draining rapidly, the wellspring of her strength nearly exhausted.

The tension in the room was palpable. Those around her exchanged worried glances, unsure of what exactly she was doing but clearly aware of the immense strain she was under. Their concern grew as they feared she might collapse at any moment.

At last, the needle sequence was complete.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, the nine needles floated back into her palm. As she rose to her feet, her body wavered slightly, betraying her fatigue.

Mr. Austin immediately stepped forward, his voice filled with concern. “Lilian, dear, are you alright?”

She gave a faint shake of her head, brushing the cold sweat from her brow. Turning toward Lambert and Jorge, she spoke with quiet urgency, “The next three hours will be critical. Keep a close watch on his vitals. If he regains consciousness, the worst will be behind us.”

Lambert nodded firmly. “Understood.”

Exhausted beyond words, Lilian excused herself to rest, leaving the others to maintain their vigil at the Hawk family estate.

Later, back at the hotel, Lilian collapsed onto the bed, her body finally surrendering to deep, unbroken sleep that lasted an entire day and night. When she finally stirred, her phone was already ringing insistently.

“Lilian, how are you feeling now?” Mr. Austin’s voice was thick with concern.

At that moment, another young man stepped forward. A few years older and more composed, he extended his hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you. I’m Robin, and this is my younger brother, Cayden. He can be a bit impulsive—hope you don’t mind.”

Lilian returned the gesture with a polite, modest smile. “No worries. I understand.”

After all, their family had just emerged from a near tragedy—how could they not be emotional?

Robin studied her for a moment longer. She appeared no older than sixteen or seventeen, slender and poised, with strikingly delicate features. He had met many girls before, but none carried the same quiet yet compelling presence she radiated.

Lambert joined the group with a warm smile. “Lilian, we owe you more than words can say. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. The Hawk family will do everything in its power to repay you.”

Lilian’s smile deepened slightly, sincere and unpretentious. “Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be calling in that favor one day.”

Lambert chuckled, shaking his head in good-natured resignation. “Anytime. By the way, my father is awake now. He’d like to see you.”