Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 493

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 493**
**Chapter 493: Vivian’s Tragedy**

As the car glided through the streets, the atmosphere inside was thick with unspoken tension. Vivian, seated by the window, was overwhelmed by a wave of sorrow that she could no longer contain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop a testament to her heartbreak. Meanwhile, Henry sat in stony silence, his gaze fixed on the world outside, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger and betrayal.

Upon their arrival at the Sinclair residence, the air felt heavy with anticipation. They stepped into the grand hall, where the opulence seemed to mock their despair. Morgan, ever the stoic figure, kept his head lowered, while Beth and Chloe occupied a nearby sofa, their faces etched with worry and apprehension.

The moment Beth’s eyes fell on Vivian, a primal fury ignited within her. She sprang to her feet, her hand slicing through the air before it connected with Vivian’s face in a sharp slap. “You shameless woman!” she yelled, her voice ringing with indignation. “What has my son ever done to deserve this? He defied everyone’s objections just to bring you into this family. He has showered you with nothing but love and care. Even when you lost Lillian back then, he never once pointed a finger at you. And how do you repay him? By cavorting around with someone else? Do you have no shame?” With each word, she struck Vivian again, her anger palpable.

Chloe, unable to bear the sight of her mother being assaulted, rushed forward, gripping Beth’s arm desperately. “Grandma, please! I’m begging you—don’t hit my mom!” Tears sparkled in her eyes as she pleaded, “I truly believe she didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Someone must have set her up, I know it!”

Beth, her fury undeterred, shook Chloe off with a fierce determination. “Set her up? And you dare to suggest that? Who could possibly frame her? Did someone tie her to that bed and force her to betray Henry?” Her voice rose, each word laced with disbelief and contempt.

“Enough, Mom, just stop,” Henry interjected, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. “I have matters to attend to. I’m leaving.” Without a backward glance, he turned on his heel and strode towards the door, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and hurt.

Vivian, in a moment of desperation, dashed after him, grasping his arm as tears cascaded down her face. “Henry, where are you going? Please don’t abandon me!” Her voice trembled with a mixture of fear and regret.

Henry yanked his arm away, his expression twisted in disgust. “Don’t touch me; you make me sick,” he spat, determination fueling his every step as he exited the house.

“Henry! Henry, please don’t leave me! I didn’t mean it!” Vivian’s cries echoed in the vast hall, her heart shattering with each word.

Chloe, witnessing her mother’s breakdown, spoke sharply, her voice cutting through the chaos. “Enough, Mom! Dad’s heading to the company, and it’s a disaster right now. Because of your scandal, the stock price has plummeted. All the directors are waiting for Dad to explain the situation. This is not the time to burden him with your tears.”

Vivian fell silent, the weight of her daughter’s words sinking in.

Morgan released a long, heavy sigh, the sound reverberating in the stillness. “Take your mother upstairs. Everything else can wait until Henry returns,” he instructed, his voice calm yet firm.

At the gates of Sinclair Group, chaos reigned supreme.

The instant Henry emerged from the car, he was besieged by a throng of reporters and shareholders, their questions raining down on him like daggers.

Each inquiry cut deeper than the last, demanding answers he wasn’t ready to give.

Finally, with the help of security, Henry managed to carve a path through the crowd and step inside the building, his heart racing with the weight of expectation.

His secretary rushed towards him, her expression flustered and anxious. “Mr. Henry, the board has been waiting in the conference room for half the day,” she informed him, her voice tinged with urgency.

Henry, feeling the pressure mounting, shoved his briefcase into her hands, tugging at his tie in a gesture of impatience. “I know,” he replied curtly, his mind already racing ahead to the storm that awaited him inside.