Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 625

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 625**
**Chapter 625: Vivian’s Frenzy**

Nearby, Merrick stood frozen, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before him. As the urn was flung through the air, a wave of panic washed over him. The air felt thick and suffocating, and his heart raced in his chest. His face flushed a deep crimson as he stumbled backward, struggling to regain his composure. Just in time, Eric, his steadfast grandson, rushed to his side, his voice steady and calming. “Grandpa, deep breaths, deep breaths,” he urged, gently guiding Merrick to focus on his breathing.

With a sense of urgency, Eric fished out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket, pouring a few pills into his palm before offering them to Merrick. He placed a reassuring hand on the old man’s chest, hoping to ease the storm of anxiety raging within. After what felt like an eternity, Merrick’s breathing steadied, and he managed to whisper, “Catherine…”

Vivian, her eyes alight with a manic glee, turned to Lilian, a wild smile stretching across her face. “Lilian, how does it feel? Painful, isn’t it? You said it yourself—cause and effect. Catherine’s fate today is merely the ’cause’ you planted. You can’t point fingers at anyone else. If only you had stayed quietly in your place, perhaps Catherine wouldn’t have ended up with her ashes scattered, denied even a moment of peace in death. So, the blame lies squarely on your shoulders for overreaching and attempting to compete with my daughter for the Sinclair family. Dream on.”

“You shut up!” Lilian’s voice erupted like a volcano, filled with rage and despair.

Vivian’s smile widened, a sense of triumph radiating from her. “Seeing you in such agony makes everything I’ve done today worthwhile. Sacrificing just myself in exchange for your lifetime of suffering—now, that’s a deal I can get behind.”

With that, she turned her gaze to Henry, her voice softening, infused with a deep affection. “Henry, I’ve secured the shares for you. Live well from now on, and take care of our daughter. If there’s a next life, I hope we can be just an ordinary couple.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she prepared to leap, her heart heavy with resolution.

“Mom, no!” Chloe’s scream pierced the air, a desperate plea echoing through the chaos.

In a sudden burst of energy, Lilian unleashed a wave of spiritual power, sending Sebastian flying backward. She lunged forward, her hand gripping Vivian’s tightly. “What are you doing? Let me go!” Vivian exclaimed, her mind racing as she realized Lilian, of all people, was the one holding her back.

Lilian’s gaze was as cold as ice, a fierce determination burning in her eyes. “Did you honestly believe I would let you off so easily? And don’t you dare desecrate my mother’s ashes.”

The men surrounding them, witnessing the dramatic standoff, rushed forward to separate the two women, each grappling with their own emotions.

In a swift motion, Lilian crouched down, her palm connecting sharply with Vivian’s face. “I won’t allow you to escape the pain you’ve caused me today. Since you’re so desperate for your daughter to inherit the Sinclair Group, then open your eyes and watch closely. Watch as I dismantle the Sinclair Group, piece by piece.”

Sebastian, unable to bear the sight, removed his own coat and wrapped it around Lilian, his voice heavy with concern. “Lilian, please, don’t do this,” he pleaded, desperate for her to hear him.

Yet, Lilian remained stoic, her focus unwavering as she continued her somber task.

The snowfall intensified, the biting wind lashing against their faces, a cruel reminder of the pain they were enduring.

Sebastian’s heart sank as he noticed the color draining from Lilian’s fingers, now a painful blue. He grasped her wrist firmly, his voice firm yet gentle. “Lilian, please, stop this. You’re only causing more grief for those who love you and giving joy to your enemies. If your mother could see you now, she would be heartbroken.”

In that moment, the weight of their shared sorrow hung heavily in the air, a testament to the battles they faced both within and outside themselves.