Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 469

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 469**

**CONTENT: Chapter 469 Forum Uproar, Part Three**

A glimmer of mockery danced in Vivian’s eyes, yet her voice bore the weight of sorrow, a haunting melody of regret. “It’s all my fault. If only I hadn’t lost her back then, perhaps we wouldn’t be in this tangled mess now.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with the burden of memories.

Henry’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Enough! Don’t bring her up again. She’s severed all ties with us, and whatever fate befalls her now—whether it’s good or bad—has nothing to do with us.” His tone was sharp, a protective wall against the vulnerability that threatened to spill over.

Morgan’s eyes lingered on the image of the girl glowing on his phone screen, his heart heavy with unspoken grief. The picture stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him, memories of laughter and warmth now overshadowed by a chilling silence.

At Empire Group, chaos erupted as Cameron burst into the top-floor office, flinging the door open with a force that echoed through the room. “Sebastian! It’s bad; something’s happened! This is serious!” His voice was urgent, filled with a sense of impending doom.

The senior executives, caught in mid-discussion, froze in shock, their eyes darting toward the intruder, unsure whether to resume their meeting or heed the alarm.

The man at the head of the table, a figure of authority, glanced at Cameron with a mixture of irritation and concern. “If it’s so urgent, you should wait until later.”

“There is no later! It’s already a five-alarm fire!” Cameron’s insistence was unwavering, defiance etched on his face as he brushed aside the reprimand.

Sebastian, sensing the gravity of the situation, surveyed the room with a steely gaze. “You all can leave; we’ll reconvene this meeting later.” His voice was calm, but the underlying tension was palpable.

As the executives hastily exited, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. Cold light flickered in Sebastian’s eyes as he turned to Cameron. “If what you’re about to tell me isn’t crucial, you might as well book a trip to Ivernia for a matchmaking excursion.”

Cameron, caught off guard, swore under his breath. “Sebastian, forget about a blind date in Ivernia—if you told me to go there to court pigs, I’d do it!” He brandished his phone, urgency radiating from him. “Look at this! Lillian has become a complete outcast. If you don’t step in now, she’ll be expelled from Kingston University.”

Sebastian took the phone, his eyes scanning the comments with a growing sense of dread. The coldness in his gaze felt like shards of ice piercing through the room, transforming his expression from mere anger to a tempestuous fury, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

Cameron swallowed hard, anxiety creeping into his voice. “Sebastian, are you alright?” He noticed how the man’s knuckles had turned white from his grip on the phone, the tension coiling tighter.

Sebastian’s gaze was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. “Have you discovered who spread this? Who is responsible for this outrage?”

“Anything will do,” Lillian replied, her voice soft, almost detached.

Morgan poured another cup of tea, the steam curling upward like fleeting memories. “Then let’s have tea. Sweet with a hint of bitterness; life is much the same—it’s rarely smooth sailing for anyone, yet we can still find solace amidst the storms.” He set the cup before her, a gesture of comfort.

Lillian accepted the tea, her fingers brushing against the warm cup as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. “I don’t understand why you wanted to see me today, Morgan.”

A flicker of sorrow crossed Morgan’s face, the weight of the past pressing down on him. “Do you remember how, when you were little, you used to follow me around, calling me grandpa? It feels like just yesterday.” His voice trembled slightly, nostalgia flooding his senses.

Perhaps it was the passage of time catching up with him; the older he became, the clearer those cherished memories surfaced, and with them, the guilt that had long haunted him.

Lillian’s eyes glistened, a hint of moisture threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry—I forgot,” she murmured, regret lacing her words.

“Better that way,” Morgan replied softly. “Forgetting often makes it easier to live happily.” He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m aware of what’s happening at school. I don’t have the right to interfere, but… is there anything I can do to help you?” His offer hung in the air, a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters.