Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 583

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 583**
**Chapter 583: The Press Conference**

Lillian sat in front of the glowing screen, her brow furrowed in deep contemplation. “Laney keeps fixating on that night at Ravenwood Manor,” she mused, her voice barely above a whisper. “There must be something significant that transpired that we are still unaware of. As for the details, only those who were there truly know the truth.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened in sudden clarity, as if a light bulb had flickered to life in her mind. “Wait a minute. That night, when Lancy was so adamant about getting us to drink—she must have orchestrated the whole thing from the beginning. It’s no wonder she was so persistent. Turns out, she wasn’t even intoxicated!”

Elsie nodded vigorously, her expression a mix of astonishment and indignation. “Exactly! I had the same thought. Who would have guessed that Laney could be so manipulative? Thank goodness she’s too scared to show her face at school now. If she did, I swear I’d tear her to shreds.”

Lillian offered them a faint, knowing smile. “Enough with the speculation, ladies. The human heart is a complex thing, often veiled in mystery. We’ll uncover the truth at tomorrow’s press conference, where everything will be laid bare.”

Just as her words hung in the air, the sharp ring of a phone broke the moment. Lillian glanced at the screen, and her expression softened into a gentle smile.

Understanding the significance of the call, Isabelle and Elsie quietly retreated to their desks, giving her the space she needed.

When she answered, a rich, deep voice flowed through the line. “Lillian, I miss you,” he said, his tone laced with sincerity.

“I know,” Lillian replied, her heart fluttering at the familiar sound.

A comfortable silence enveloped them, neither feeling the need to fill the void with unnecessary words. They simply relished the sound of each other’s breathing, a soothing reminder that despite the distance, they were connected.

Their conversation meandered to lighter topics, both aware of the storm brewing outside but choosing to trust each other completely, unspoken promises hanging in the air.

After they hung up, Lillian stepped out onto the balcony, where the winter wind bit at her skin, sharp and unforgiving. Yet, within her chest, her heart felt as warm as a spring morning, igniting a sense of hope.

Meanwhile, at the school gate, a man leaned casually against a sleek black car. He took one last drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the night, before tossing the spent butt to the ground. His gaze drifted towards the illuminated dormitory building, and after a moment’s pause, he slid into the car, commanding, “Drive.”

Sebastian’s gaze met the reporter’s with unwavering intensity. “Let me make myself perfectly clear. Ms. Laney’s pregnancy has absolutely nothing to do with me. I have had no involvement with her, not from the beginning nor at any point thereafter. I cannot fathom why she insists on proclaiming that I am the father.”

The reporters swiftly turned their attention back to Laney. “Ms. Laney, on what grounds do you assert that the child belongs to Mr. Whitmore?”

Laney’s voice trembled as she responded, “Over a month ago, at Sebastian’s house, I had too much to drink and ended up… with him. At that moment, he didn’t refuse me.”

Another reporter pressed on, “Mr. Whitmore, is Ms. Laney’s statement accurate?”

Sebastian’s reply was sharp and laced with mockery. “Ms. Laney, you openly admit to being intoxicated. So I ask you—how can you be so sure that the man you were with that night was me?”

“Because it was your room,” Laney blurted out, desperation seeping into her voice.