Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 117

Upstairs, in the quiet sanctuary of the master bedroom—

Lilian eased the door open with a gentle push. The medical devices that had cluttered the room were now gone, leaving the space feeling more peaceful. Jorge stood next to the bed, carefully measuring Mr. Robert’s blood pressure. The elderly man, now sitting upright in his cozy plaid pajamas, looked noticeably healthier—the pallor had faded, replaced by a return of warm color to his cheeks.

As Lilian stepped inside, the doctors present exchanged slightly uneasy glances.

Jorge greeted her with a warm smile. “Lilian, you’ve finally arrived. We just wrapped up the tests, and everything is looking excellent.”

Since witnessing her remarkable expertise, Jorge had developed a profound respect for the young woman. It was astonishing that someone so young could command such skill and confidence in medicine. It reminded him just how vast and endless the journey of learning in this field truly was.

Lilian moved closer to the bedside and felt for Mr. Robert’s pulse with practiced ease. A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth. “His condition is stable. If Mr. Robert sticks to the treatment plan, I’m confident he’ll live long enough to see his great-grandchildren.”

Jorge was about to respond when Mr. Robert interrupted abruptly, his voice rough but firm. “Enough. I know my own body well enough. You all can leave now.”

Jorge nodded with a knowing smile and quietly guided the other doctors out of the room.

Once the door shut behind them, a calm silence settled in.

Lilian met Mr. Robert’s gaze steadily, neither speaking at first. The old man studied her intently, his eyes sharp and assessing.

Finally, he broke the quiet with a mock sternness in his voice. “Hmph. You’re quite an impolite little thing, aren’t you? You didn’t even greet your elder properly.”

Lilian chuckled softly, caught off guard by this unexpected reaction from the formidable Mr. Robert—the legendary figure once feared across battlefields. “With you staring me down like that, I was too intimidated to remember my manners.”

“Such smooth excuses,” Mr. Robert grunted under his breath.

She didn’t argue, only smiled warmly. “Well, you’re the patient now. So whatever you say goes.”

Her composed yet respectful attitude seemed to soften the old man’s demeanor even further.

“You must know who I am,” he said suddenly, his tone sharpening and growing heavier.

Lilian didn’t flinch. She held his gaze firmly. “I do.”

“And you weren’t afraid? That failing to save me might bring you trouble?”

Still smiling gently, Lilian replied, “To me, you were simply a patient. Nothing more. If I had to weigh someone’s identity before deciding to save them, that would betray the very reason I became a doctor.”

In stark contrast to the bustling downtown, this place was quiet—almost desolate. A thick blanket of snow covered everything, muffling sound and softening the landscape.

Her footsteps left gentle impressions in the fresh snow as she walked slowly. It had been nearly two decades—two entire lifetimes—since she last visited this place. Not once, since her mother’s passing, had she returned.

Guided by memories from her previous life, she found the grave.

It lay silent and untouched, no signs of recent visitors.

Lilian gazed at the photograph set into the headstone—a beautiful woman, elegant and radiant, her smile soft and full of life.

Kneeling down, Lilian carefully brushed the snow away from the stone, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

Her fingers traced the carved image with a tender reverence.

“Mom. Mom… Mom, Mom…” she whispered, the name tasting strange yet familiar on her tongue after so long. “I haven’t called you that in such a long time. So I’m going to say it over and over.”

“Mom, I’m back. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to come visit. I’ve been unfilial. In my last life, I wasted everything. You must have been so disappointed in me. But somehow… I was given a second chance. And I believe it was you—watching over me—who made that possible. So don’t worry. I will reclaim everything that belongs to us. And I will make those who hurt us regret ever being born.”