Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 388

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 388**
**CONTENT: Chapter 388 The Past Life**

After a quiet breakfast that felt like a fleeting moment of normalcy, Sebastian took Lillian by the hand and led her outside into the garden. The rain had just retreated, leaving behind a world that sparkled with freshness, the air crisp and invigorating. Above them, the sky stretched out in a brilliant blue canvas, while the scent of damp earth mingled delightfully with the vibrant fragrances of blooming flowers, creating a sensory symphony that enveloped them.

As he observed Lillian’s tranquil expression, a sense of relief washed over Sebastian, easing some of the tension that had been coiling tightly within him. Her presence was like a balm, soothing the edges of his troubled thoughts.

Lillian’s eyes danced with wonder as they followed the delicate butterflies flitting from flower to flower, their vibrant colors a stark contrast against the greenery. Her voice, soft and laced with nostalgia, broke the silence. “My mother adored this garden. She would sit here for hours, lost in her thoughts, gazing into the distance. As a child, I could never comprehend her need for solitude. But with the passage of time, I came to understand—it was her way of yearning for freedom.”

Sebastian settled beside her, choosing silence as his companion, allowing her words to flow without interruption. He wanted her to feel safe, to know that he was there, ready to listen.

“My mother was named Catherine,” Lillian continued, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion. “She was adopted by Mr. Morgan. Her brilliance in medicine led Mr. Morgan to pressure Henry into marrying her. They were bound together by obligation, living more like distant acquaintances than a true couple. By the time I reached the age of six, tragedy struck, and my mother lost her life in a car accident.”

A shadow passed over Lillian’s face, and Sebastian felt a pang of sorrow for her.

“She lived her life without complaint or bitterness,” Lillian said, reflecting on her mother’s spirit. “She often told me that she owed everything to the Sinclair family. Because Mr. Morgan had taken her in, she felt an unwavering duty to serve them. But she misjudged their coldness and selfishness. Even in death, they tarnished her name.”

With a deep sigh, Lillian turned her gaze toward Sebastian, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Do you recall asking me why my master found me on the beach when I was just eight? I never shared that story with you. In fact, I never told anyone—not even him. It’s a secret that lies buried deep within my heart.”

“When I turned eighteen, an incident occurred. Someone attempted to throw acid at Chloe, and in a moment of instinct, she shoved me in front of her. My face was disfigured in that split second. From that day onward, I became the Sinclair family’s disgrace, a pariah. I rarely ventured outside again, hiding from the world that had turned so cruel.”

“At twenty, during a Sinclair banquet, Chloe orchestrated a cruel game. She led her classmates into my room and then claimed I had frightened them by rushing out. Vivian, ever the enabler, convinced Henry that I was a threat to the guests and should be locked away. I begged him, pleaded that I would never step out of my room again—but my words fell on deaf ears. They imprisoned me. In that dark, suffocating place, I lost all hope of life.”

“I resorted to setting a fire, believing it would be my escape. I thought I would finally be free. But instead, I awoke to find myself alive again, transported back to when I was just eight years old. This time, I managed to escape from the traffickers, but they pursued me relentlessly to the peak of a mountain. With nowhere left to run, I jumped.”

“By sheer chance, my master found me and saved me from that fate.”