Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 572

hapter 572 Janus’s Scheme

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When Laney was escorted into the car, she sat stiflly across from the man before her. He swirled the red wine in his glass with practiced ease, the liquid catching the light as his lips curved into a devilish smile. He took a leisurely sip before speaking.

“You… what do you want with me?” Laney asked nervously, her eyes wary. She had no idea what this man was after.

Janus’s gaze dropped to her stomach. His smile deepened, his tone lazy. “So, you’re carrying Sebastian’s child?”

At once, Laney’s arms flew protectively over her belly. Her voice was sharp. “Who are you? What’s your purpose?”

Janus crossed his legs, his eyes mocking. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that even if this child is his, he’ll never acknowledge it. If you think you can trap him with a baby, you’re wasting your time. As far as I know, Sebastian has a fiancée–and he’s devoted to her. Do you really think he’d abandon her to marry you because of a child?”

Laney’s eyes child.”

widened in disbelief. “But I’m carrying his baby. He can’t deny his own blood. This is his

Janus sneered. “You really are naïve. Sebastian is infamous for being cold and ruthless. Ask anyone. And think—someone in his position, standing at the very top, would he give it all up for a child? Be honest. Compared to Ms. Harrington, you don’t even come close.”

Laney’s face hardened, but she shook her head stubbornly, one hand stroking her stomach. “No. I don’t believe Mr. Whitmore is such a heartless man. He won’t turn his back on his own child.”

“Women are fools,” Janus said bluntly. “Always thinking they can use a baby to tie down a man. But how many of them end well? Especially in families like his–do you know how many illegitimate children are scattered outside? At best, your baby would just be another bastard. And in his world, children are the one thing they don’t lack. Tell me, what value does your child really hold? Do you think this lump of flesh in your belly will buy you the title of Mrs. Whitmore? Don’t kid yourself. He’s turned away countless noblewomen–do you really think you stand a chance?”

Laney’s eyes flickered with worry. “Then what should I do?”

Janus leaned forward, eyes narrowing as they fixed on her. “I have an idea. The question is–do you dare? If it works, you’ll secure your place as Mrs. Whitmore beyond any doubt. Interested?”

“What idea?” Laney asked quickly, her eyes lighting up with desperate hope.

Janus bent close, whispering into her ear. As his words sank in, Laney’s eyes went wide in shock.

“Well?” Janus’s voice was smooth, tempting. “Not a bad plan, is it? You’ll get exactly what you want, and he’ll have no choice but to acknowledge you. Two birds with one stone.”

Laney bit her lip, uncertainty clouding her face. “But… if I do this, won’t he hate me?”

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Janus gave a derisive laugh. “That depends on what you want more–his love, or the title of Mrs. Whitmore. If you’re willing to let your child live as a bastard, then by all means, walk away. But thin about it: a child born without a father’s recognition, growing up under whispers and ridicule, bullied at school… In the end, it’ll be you–the mother–who takes all the blame.”

Laney trembled, the weight of his words sinking deep. She looked down at her stomach, and in her eyes a hard glint of resolve appeared. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Janus leaned back, swirling his glass with satisfaction, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

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