Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 389

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 389**
**CONTENT: Chapter 389 Return to the Sinclair Family**

Sebastian’s heart was a turbulent sea of emotions as he absorbed Lillian’s revelations. Initially, a wave of pity washed over him, quickly followed by an unexpected surprise that morphed into sheer shock. It was as if a fog had lifted, revealing a truth so strange and devastating that it shattered his previous assumptions. He had believed her animosity toward the Sinclair family was merely a product of her fragmented childhood memories. Little did he know that the reality was far more complex, a tangled web of pain and betrayal that had shaped her very being.

As he reflected on their past interactions, everything began to align in his mind like pieces of a long-forgotten puzzle.

He recalled the first time she laid eyes on Chloe, a flicker of loathing flashing across her face that had puzzled him at the time.

He remembered her open hostility toward Vivian, a woman who seemed to embody everything Lillian despised about her former life.

Catching sight of the stunned expression etched across his features, Lillian offered a faint, bittersweet smile. “That’s my secret,” she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “I can’t even determine if my past was real or just a figment of my imagination. Or perhaps this moment—right now—is the dream. I’m lost, Sebastian. I don’t know what’s true anymore.”

Sebastian knelt before her, enveloping her in his arms with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the chaos swirling around them. His voice, steady and low, cut through the haze of confusion. “You’re not dreaming, Lillian. You are as real as the sun shining above us. From this moment forward, you will have me by your side. I will protect you, no matter what.”

As he spoke, she could feel the warmth of his tears seeping into her skin, a poignant reminder of his emotional turmoil. In that moment, she understood—he was crying for her.

Bathed in sunlight, their shadows intertwined on the ground, two wounded souls seeking solace in one another’s presence.

After sharing her burdens, Sebastian clung to her even more tightly, as if fearing that she might slip away into the ether. He began bringing his work home, an attempt to remain close, to shield her from the world outside.

Lillian couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his protectiveness. She understood the depths of his fears; they mirrored her own.

After a long period of recovery, following her military training, she resolved to return to the Sinclair family estate to reclaim her mother’s belongings.

The thought of leaving her mother’s things behind in that house felt unbearable.

When Sebastian learned of her plans, he insisted on accompanying her, but she gently refused.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she whispered, “Please don’t be upset. I just don’t want them to know about you yet. You can’t fathom the depths of selfishness and hypocrisy that run through the Sinclair family. If they discover you, they will stop at nothing to pull me back into their grasp.”

Sebastian sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair, a gesture filled with concern. “I’ve lost this battle, but please, let Foster drive you. And if anything goes wrong, call me without hesitation.”

“I will. You have my word. Don’t worry,” she reassured him, though a part of her felt the weight of uncertainty.

Standing once more at the ornate iron gates of the Sinclair estate, Lillian felt a rush of emotions flood her senses. The three-story villa loomed before her like a specter of her past, stirring memories both bitter and sweet.

Who would have thought that after so much circling, so much suffering, she would find herself back here again?

In her mind’s eye, she envisioned her mother tending to the garden, her face illuminated by the sunlight, radiating warmth and love. Yet, she also recalled her own past self, enduring humiliation and pain within these very walls.

She instructed Foster to wait nearby before pressing the doorbell, her heart racing as she awaited a response.

Moments later, a middle-aged woman clad in a servant’s uniform appeared. Lillian recognized her instantly—Veron, Vivian’s ever-loyal lapdog.

In her previous life, this woman had been all too eager to assist Vivian in her torment. The sight of her now was almost laughable, a cruel twist of fate.

“Who are you here to see?” Veron asked, her tone laced with condescension.

Lillian’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. “Why, do I need a reason to return to my own home?”

“You are…?” Veron stammered, caught off guard.

Vivian quickly chimed in, her tone dripping with false concern. “She’s right. The doctor warned you—your body can’t handle any more shocks. If something happens like last time, the consequences could be dire.”

Her words held a sharp undertone, her glare directed at Lillian as if she were the cause of all their troubles.

Mr. Morgan reached Lillian’s side, his face softening with the warmth of a grandfather’s love. “Lillian, you really came back.”

A cold laugh escaped Lillian’s lips. “Yes, I returned—to see if the place my mother dedicated her entire life to still bears any resemblance to what it once was.”

His expression faltered, the weight of her words sinking in. “I know,” he replied, his voice heavy with regret. “I understand that you resent us—resent that after your mother passed, we lost you, that we declared you dead instead of searching for you with all our strength. But, child, please believe me. We will make it up to you.”

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Mr. Morgan, you misunderstand. I don’t harbor resentment. Hate only exists where love once thrived. I feel nothing for you—so how could I hate you?”

“Lillian, don’t speak to your grandfather like that,” Henry interjected, striding in from outside, his tone authoritative. “No matter what grievances you bear against me, I can understand. But he is still your grandfather.”

Her cold gaze locked onto Henry. “Grandfather? Mr. Henry, you seem to be mistaken. I didn’t come here to acknowledge kinship. I came today to reclaim my mother’s belongings.”

“You dare!” Beth’s eyes blazed with venom, fury radiating from her very being. “Your mother came to this house with nothing. Everything she had was bestowed upon her by the Sinclair family. Therefore, all of her possessions belong to us.”

Lillian couldn’t suppress a laugh, her voice ringing with both scorn and sorrow. “Nothing? Yes, my mother arrived here with nothing. But she buried her entire life in this house—her youth, her brilliance, her marriage, even her very life. Was that not enough? The Sinclair family would not be what it is today without her. When she entered this family, what state was it in? You know the truth better than anyone. It was her genius in medicine that elevated your standing step by step. And if I’m not mistaken, the Sinclair Group’s pharmaceutical empire still thrives on the formulas she left behind. Am I wrong, Beth?”

Her words cast a heavy pall over the room, darkening the expressions of everyone present.

Mr. Morgan’s voice trembled with sorrow. “Yes… it’s true. We failed Catherine. But child, don’t doubt us—we loved her. When we took her in, she was alone and vulnerable. We cherished her, raised her as our own.”

Lillian’s cold laughter sliced through his words like a knife. “Yes, you raised her. Perhaps at first, it was out of kindness. But once you recognized her talent in medicine, you refused to let her go. You forced her to marry Henry against her will, chaining her to the Sinclair Group for life. Tell me I’m wrong—that you didn’t intend to imprison her here until the day she drew her last breath.”