Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 390

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 390**

**CONTENT: Chapter 390 The Sinclair Family**

Lillian’s eyes roamed the expansive room, taking in every detail as if it were a haunting echo of her past life—everything remained unchanged, frozen in time. The opulent décor, with its gilded frames and rich fabrics, was a testament to the Sinclair family’s immense wealth, a lavish display that seemed to mock her very existence.

She recalled the first moment she had stepped through the grand entrance of this house, a place that had once felt both majestic and suffocating. The brilliance of the chandeliers and the intricate patterns on the carpets had dazzled her, igniting a sense of wonder that quickly morphed into an unsettling anxiety. It was a memory that lingered, a bittersweet reminder that the beauty of this home had become the backdrop for her nightmares, a prison of her own making.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the spiral staircase, breaking her reverie.

“Lillian, Lillian, is it really you?” Mr. Morgan exclaimed as he rushed down, his slippers slapping against the polished floor. A flustered servant trailed closely behind him, trying to keep pace.

“Slow down,” Beth interjected, her voice laced with anxiety. “What if you faint again? What will we do then?” The worry etched on her face was palpable, as if she were more concerned about the spectacle than her father’s health.

Vivian quickly added her two cents, her tone dripping with feigned concern. “She’s absolutely 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 eyes darted towards Lillian, a sharp glare hidden behind her seemingly innocent facade.

Mr. Morgan reached Lillian’s side, his expression softening with the warmth of a grandfather’s love. “Lillian, you really came back,” he said, his voice tinged with disbelief and hope.

Lillian couldn’t suppress a laugh, her voice ringing with a mix of scorn and sorrow. “Nothing? Yes, my mother arrived here empty-handed. But she poured her entire life into this house—her youth, her brilliance, her marriage, even her very essence. Was that not enough? The Sinclair family wouldn’t be what it is today without her contributions. When she entered this family, what was its state? You know the truth better than anyone. It was her genius in medicine that elevated your status, 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, transforming every face into a mask of grim realization.

Mr. Morgan’s voice trembled, thick with sorrow. “Yes… it’s true. We failed Catherine. But please, child, do not doubt our love for her. When we took her in, she was alone and vulnerable. We cherished her and raised her as if she were our own.”

Lillian’s cold laughter sliced through his heartfelt plea. “Yes, you raised her. Perhaps initially out of kindness. But once you recognized her talent in medicine, you refused to let her go. You forced her into a marriage with Henry against her will, chaining her to Sinclair Group for life. Tell me I’m wrong when I say you intended to imprison her here until the day she drew her last breath.”