Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 433

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 433**
**CONTENT: Chapter 433 Chaos**

Henry’s gaze fell upon Vivian, her face streaked with tears, and he felt a pang of sorrow deep within him. He reached out, attempting to offer her some semblance of comfort. “I understand, Vivian. I truly do. For all these years, you have shouldered the burden of guilt stemming from Lillian’s disappearance. You have poured your heart and soul into this family, managing our home with such grace and diligence. Without your unwavering strength, the Sinclair family would not be the same.”

Turning his attention to Lillian, his voice trembled with a mixture of grief and frustration. “Yes, Vivian lost you all those years ago; she has lived with that pain every single day. What more do you seek from her? What I never anticipated was your transformation into someone so harsh, so utterly devoid of compassion. You have genuinely let me down.”

“Please, Mr. Henry, spare me your disappointment,” Lillian retorted, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “How can you be disappointed if you had no expectations of me to begin with? Do yourself a favor and cease your expectations. But I must confess, you and Madam Vivian do make quite the couple. Just a few tears from her, and suddenly, you can’t discern right from wrong. It’s no wonder my mother faltered back then; with her limited intellect, how could she ever compete with the likes of Madam Vivian? Am I wrong, Madam Vivian?”

Henry’s expression darkened, anger brewing beneath the surface as Lillian’s words sliced through the air like a dagger.

Morgan, sensing the rising tension, let out a weary sigh. “Lillian, regardless of the past, your mother has been gone for so many years now. Can’t you find it within yourself to let go? Is it not possible for us all to coexist peacefully, as a family?”

A bitter smile tugged at Lillian’s lips. “Of course, we could live in peace; who wouldn’t desire that? But I need to know—how did my mother truly die? How did I end up lost in the first place? And after my disappearance, why did you publicly declare me dead? Morgan, if you can provide me with a satisfactory answer, I assure you, we can all move forward peacefully from this day on.”

At that moment, Vivian crumbled, her sobs escaping in broken gasps as she clutched Henry’s arm tightly. “Henry, I can’t endure this any longer! I truly can’t. Every single word Lillian utters feels like a knife to my heart. I should never have fallen in love with you; I should never have given birth to Chloe. If I hadn’t loved you, I wouldn’t be standing here, utterly humiliated before everyone.”

Witnessing Vivian’s anguish, Henry’s fury shifted towards Lillian. “Lillian Sinclair, remember that she is your mother too!”

Lillian’s smile was sharp, as if it could cut through glass. “You’ve misunderstood, Mr. Henry. I am not a Sinclair—I am a Harrington. And regarding ‘mother’—be careful how you use that term. My real mother has been gone for a decade now. You probably don’t even recall which way her grave faces. Yet you dare to label Madam Vivian as my mother? Tread lightly. My mother may be gone, but her name still bears a weight that you will never be worthy enough to touch.”