Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 593

**Chapter 593: The Transformation of the Sinclair Group**

Henry sat at his desk, staring at the notification before him as if it were a bolt of lightning that had struck out of nowhere. “What did you just say?” His voice trembled with disbelief, the words barely managing to escape his lips.

The secretary, her hands visibly shaking, stammered, “Skyreach Group has just informed us—they’re convening a board meeting tomorrow to officially take over Sinclair Group.”

“Absurd!” Henry’s voice erupted, reverberating off the walls like a thunderous clap. “Who do they think they are? What qualifications do they possess to even call a board meeting? This is Sinclair Group—our family’s legacy, not theirs!” The very notion felt like a dagger stabbing at his heart, twisting painfully with each passing moment.

The secretary flinched at his outburst, her hands trembling slightly. “But… the other board members received the same notice,” she replied, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.

Just then, the office door creaked open, and Morgan entered, leaning heavily on his cane. He surveyed the room, his gaze settling on the anxious secretary. “Leave us,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

With a hurried nod, she slipped out, leaving Henry and Morgan alone in the suffocating silence of the office.

Slumping back into his chair, Henry tugged at his tie, frustration radiating from him like heat from a furnace. “Dad, what brings you here?” he asked, irritation lacing his voice, a mix of concern and anger boiling beneath the surface.

Morgan lowered himself into the chair opposite Henry, his movements deliberate and slow, as if each action took immense effort. “I heard the news, so I thought it best to come and see for myself,” he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of years. His eyes wandered around the office, taking in the memories embedded in the walls—the laughter, the struggles, the triumphs. “When Sinclair Group began, we were just a small operation in a rundown building, barely scraping by. Each step forward was a struggle, but with the launch of our first product, we built our foundation brick by brick. After Catherine’s arrival, everything changed. The company soared to heights we never imagined. But since her passing, we’ve been stagnant. In recent years, it’s been glaringly obvious—we’re in decline. I’ve pondered this deeply. Perhaps this is retribution—a way of returning everything that belonged to Catherine.”

“I refuse to believe it!” Henry’s voice cracked, his frustration boiling over like a pot left too long on the stove. “I don’t believe in retribution!” The thought felt like an insult, a betrayal to everything they had worked for, everything their family had built.

Morgan sighed deeply, the weight of the world evident in his weary eyes. “Henry, you must confront reality. Skyreach Group has made significant advancements in medicine that we could never hope to match. Maybe allowing them to take over is the best course of action. It might be time to lay down this burden and ease your load.”

Henry buried his face in his hands, his voice muffled as he spoke, the despair threatening to consume him. “I can’t accept this, Dad. I just can’t. Sinclair Group represents the blood, sweat, and tears of two generations of our family, and now it’s crumbling in my grasp. How could I not feel this bitterness? And it’s the same formula, the same herbs—so why did the tests reveal issues? It doesn’t make sense!”

Morgan regarded him with tired eyes, filled with a mix of understanding and sorrow. “Perhaps the moment you made your first move, the trap was already laid. You believed you were the one in control of the game, but in reality, you were merely a pawn on someone else’s board. You just didn’t realize it. It’s late now. Let’s go home. Don’t make your mother worry.”

With those words, he rose slowly, each step heavy with the weight of unspoken regrets, his back stooped and fragile as he made his way out.

Just as they prepared to enter, two imposing black business vans arrived, halting beside them with a sense of finality. The doors swung open, and a woman stepped out, her sharp, short hair and long black coat exuding an air of authority that turned heads immediately. A group of business associates trailed behind her, their expressions unreadable.

With a practiced smile, Karina turned her gaze toward Morgan. “We meet again,” she said, her tone smooth and professional, yet laced with an underlying tension.

Morgan’s smile was faint, tinged with a hint of bitterness. “Yes, you’re quite remarkable. It seems this old man underestimated your capabilities,” he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Karina’s smile remained unwavering, a mask of confidence. “Hardly. If anything, we owe you our gratitude for providing this opportunity. Without it, no matter how skilled Skyreach Group is, we could never have peeled away the outer shell of Sinclair Group—wouldn’t you agree?”

As the dust settled from the tumultuous events surrounding Sinclair Group, Henry found himself grappling with the weight of legacy and loss. The notion of surrendering the family name to Skyreach Group felt like a betrayal not only to his ancestors but also to the memory of Catherine, whose vision had driven the company to its heights. Yet, amidst the turmoil of emotions, a flicker of clarity began to emerge. Morgan’s words echoed in his mind, urging him to confront the reality that perhaps it was time to let go. The struggle to maintain control had consumed him, and in his fight against the inevitable, he had overlooked the possibility of new beginnings. With each passing moment, the idea of relinquishing the past transformed from an act of defeat into a potential pathway for rebirth.

As the board meeting loomed closer, Henry stood at a crossroads, torn between pride and pragmatism. The arrival of Karina and her team symbolized not just an impending takeover but also the dawning of a new chapter—one that could redefine the Sinclair legacy in ways he had never imagined. With the weight of history heavy on his shoulders, he realized that true strength lay not in clinging to what was, but in embracing what could be. As he prepared to face the board, a sense of resolve began to wash over him. Perhaps this was not the end of Sinclair Group, but rather the beginning of a transformation that could honor the past while forging a path toward the future. In that moment, Henry understood that his greatest obsession was not merely to protect a legacy, but to ensure that it evolved, allowing the spirit of Sinclair to thrive anew.