Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Morris’s Request

As soon as Vivian reached the Sinclair estate, she wasted no time and hurried straight to her room. With a forceful slam, she shut the door behind her, the sharp sound echoing through the quiet house. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she quickly dialed a number, her fingers trembling slightly. The call connected almost instantly.

A gruff male voice answered on the other end. “I told you not to call unless it’s something important.”

Vivian’s voice cracked with urgency and frustration. “Do you think I want to be calling you right now? I need to know—where exactly was Catherine’s daughter sold all those years ago?”

The man’s tone was steady but firm. “To a remote village up in the mountains. I’ve checked and double-checked. There’s no mistake about it.”

Vivian closed her eyes briefly, picturing the girl’s face she had seen earlier. She shook her head slowly, her unease growing. “No, something doesn’t add up. I want you to find out for me. Track her down. Until I know exactly where she is, I won’t be able to rest.”

“What’s going on?” the man asked, sensing her distress.

“I ran into a girl today. She looks at least seventy percent like Catherine. It’s unsettling.”

“That’s impossible. That girl was sold deep into the mountains. There’s no way she could have left. People often resemble each other—it’s nothing to read too much into.”

But Vivian’s worry only intensified. “No. I want you to check again. I need to see for myself that she’s still there. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep at night.”

There was a pause before the man finally replied, “Alright, I understand. I’ll start looking into it immediately.” Then the line went dead.

Vivian gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles whitening with the pressure. The very thought of that woman made her teeth clench in anger. Because of her, Vivian had been branded a mistress for life. Because of her brilliance and dazzling presence, Vivian had always lived in the shadows.

Even now, after all this time, people still whispered her name behind closed doors.

And Vivian vowed that her daughter would never have an easy life. She would make sure she endured hardship, just as she had.

The moment she had seen that familiar face, every painful memory from the past surged back, flooding her mind and consuming her every thought.

Meanwhile, at the Command Base, the injured men had all regained consciousness following their treatment. Though still fragile, they were showing signs of steady improvement.

Lillian entered the ward alongside Fawks just as Morris was making his rounds, moving from bed to bed to check on each patient’s condition.

The moment Morris spotted her, his face brightened. “Ms. Harrington, you’re here.”

Morris wasted no time with small talk. “Ms. Harrington, I wanted to discuss your medicine. I heard from Jorge that you prepare these formulas yourself. Would it be possible for you to supply our hospital on a long-term basis? Cost is no object.”

Over the past few days, he had seen firsthand how effective her medicines were. The patients were healing at an astonishing rate. If they could incorporate these treatments into the hospital’s standard care, countless lives could be saved.

Lillian studied him carefully.

Until now, Skyreach Pharmaceuticals had only supplied its own retail outlets and affiliated hospitals; they had never sold products to outside facilities. Morris’s request was something she had never seriously considered before.

“I can provide your hospital with some of the medicine,” she said evenly, “but the quantities will be limited. As you probably know, many of the ingredients are extremely rare, so mass production isn’t feasible.”

Morris’s eyes brightened, relief and excitement flashing across his face. “That’s more than fine. I realize I’m asking a lot. The fact that you’re even willing to consider it is more than I could have hoped for.”

He had studied some of her medicine late into the night and had been left stunned. He knew he couldn’t replicate her work. His plan had been to test the waters today, prepared to back off if she refused—but he hadn’t expected her to agree so readily. How could he possibly say no now?

“Excellent. I’ll have my assistant send over the contract later.”