Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 463

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 463**
**CONTENT: Chapter 463 The Wells Brothers**

Conan, standing a few feet away, felt a twinge of curiosity pulling him closer to the table. He ambled over, his eyes landing on the half-red pill that lay abandoned, like a forgotten treasure. Lifting it gingerly to his nose, he inhaled deeply, the faint scent triggering a memory. “I think I’ve encountered this particular medicine before—at my brother’s place,” he remarked, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his voice.

“Your brother?” Lillian’s brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes narrowing as she processed his words. “How on earth would he possess this pill?”

A chuckle escaped Conan’s lips, light and airy. “Well, my brother is somewhat of a titan in the realm of traditional medicine. If you’ve delved into that world at all, his name should ring a bell—Noah Wells.”

“Noah!” Lillian’s eyes widened in surprise, as if a light bulb had flickered on in her mind. “You’re Mr. Noah’s younger brother?”

Conan rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk playing on his lips. “What, do I not look like him?”

Lillian scrutinized him for a moment, her expression shifting from confusion to amusement. “Mr. Conan, if you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have never guessed you were related to Mr. Noah. And isn’t the Wells family renowned for their contributions to traditional medicine? What brings you to the world of modern medicine?”

A slight blush crept onto Conan’s cheeks, the question catching him off guard.

“It’s just a twist of fate, really,” he admitted sheepishly. “I was drawn to modern medicine simply because I found the white coat appealing. My brother never let me hear the end of it, always saying I was bringing shame to the Wells legacy.”

Lillian let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and inviting. “Modern medicine has its merits too; I’m sure Mr. Noah would understand that. As long as the ultimate goal remains the same, that’s what truly counts. By the way, you mentioned he had this pill—what was he using it for?”

Conan shook his head slowly, the curiosity evident in his expression. “I can’t say for certain. A colleague from his research institute handed it to him for study, but I never learned the outcome. If you’d like, I could reach out to him once he’s back from his travels, though it may take a while.”

“That’s perfectly fine; there’s no hurry,” Lillian replied, her voice steady and reassuring. “I’ve had the chance to meet Mr. Noah once before. If we could share our findings, it might significantly benefit both our research efforts.”

Conan nodded in agreement, a glimmer of determination in his eyes. “Absolutely. I’ll make sure to ask him as soon as he returns.”

Just then, Isabelle’s voice cut through the air like a sudden gust of wind. “Lillian, your mouse is reacting!”

Startled, Lillian dashed over to the cage, her heart racing. Inside, the white mouse was in a frenzy, bouncing around the enclosure, its tiny paws racing back and forth as if it were caught in a whirlwind of excitement.

“That’s just plain discrimination!” Isabelle exclaimed, her voice rising in indignation. In a flash, she flung open her closet and retrieved her most stunning outfit, ready to make a statement.

Noticing Lillian’s unyielding demeanor, Elsie tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Lillian, are you really not coming?”

Lillian shook her head firmly. “You two go ahead; I still have some things to wrap up.”

“See? I knew it. The brainiacs never attend these pointless fan gatherings,” Elsie teased, a playful grin on her face.

Lillian managed a helpless smile, her resolve unwavering. “I genuinely have things to do.”

“I’m not going either,” Laney chimed in, her tone equally resolute. “I have something important to take care of, so I’ll be back late.”

Ultimately, it was only Elsie and Isabelle who bounded off toward Randall’s fan meeting, leaving Lillian and Laney behind, focused on their own paths.