Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 470

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 470**

**Chapter 470 Morgan’s Decision**

In a voice barely above a whisper, Lillian asserted, “No, I can manage this on my own.”

Morgan exhaled deeply, a sound filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. He reached for a file folder resting beside him, its edges worn from years of handling, and extended it toward her. “Within this folder are thirty percent of Sinclair Group’s shares, as well as some of the assets I’ve accumulated throughout my years. I’ve taken care of all the necessary signatures. Consider this not just compensation for you and your mother, but also what is rightfully yours.”

Lillian’s brow furrowed as she gazed at the folder, her heart racing with confusion. “Why are you doing this? You know I returned with a specific purpose in mind. Why would you still offer me this? Are you not concerned that I might take over Sinclair Group?”

Morgan sighed again, the weight of his decision evident in his demeanor. “Whatever your intentions may be, they do not erase the debt I owe you. And if the day arrives when Sinclair Group truly falls into your hands, I will have no regrets. I see your father for what he is—lacking any real leadership skills, merely a puppet dancing to Vivian’s tune. If I were to disappear, the company’s downfall would be inevitable. Rather than allow that woman to ruin it, I would prefer to see you take the reins. You’re right—I bear responsibility for all of this. Had it not been for my selfishness back then, perhaps none of this turmoil would have unfolded. I won’t seek your forgiveness; I simply hope for your happiness moving forward. As for your quest to avenge your mother, I won’t obstruct you. As long as your conscience remains clear, that is enough for me.”

With that, he pushed himself to his feet, his body trembling slightly, and made his way slowly toward the door, each step heavy with unspoken emotions.

Lillian remained seated at the table, her eyes fixated on the file folder as tears began to gather, spilling silently down her cheeks and hitting the ground below like tiny, unacknowledged sorrows.

Meanwhile, the uproar surrounding her on the forum had clearly reached a fever pitch. No matter where Lillian went, she could feel the weight of judgment in the air as people pointed and whispered behind her back.

Even during public lectures, she found herself the target of mockery and scorn; some students went so far as to stage protests, declaring they would refuse to attend class if Lillian was present.

In a moment of fierce determination, Lillian marched straight to the podium, her heart pounding with a mix of rage and resolve. She seized the flowerpot beside it and, with a swift motion, smashed it to the floor. The sharp crack reverberated through the room, silencing the chaos in an instant.

“What’s wrong? Why did you all stop shouting?” Lillian’s voice sliced through the quiet, fierce and unwavering. “As students of Kingston University, you sound no better than fishwives on the street, spewing your vile words. It’s truly shocking. Once, you were the pride of your schools, earning your way into Kingston University through your own merits; yet here you are, unable to discern right from wrong. Just a few photos, and you’re all too eager to parrot gossip, swallow slander, and spread rumors without a second thought. I am ashamed to call you my peers.”

“Since we’ve already dragged this out into the open, I will provide you with an answer.” With determination, she pulled out her phone, dialing the principal’s number. “Mr. Paul, please gather all the students on the field. I will provide them with a conclusion to this matter.”

After hanging up, Lillian surveyed the room, her gaze steady and unwavering. “You wanted a result? Very well, let’s go.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode out, leaving behind a room full of stunned silence, the air thick with anticipation for what was to come.