Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 628

**Chapter 628: The Fortress in Her Heart**

A gentle knock resonated through the stillness of the room, breaking the heavy silence. Foster stepped inside, his demeanor professional yet tinged with concern. “Sir, all necessary reports have been filed with the police,” he stated, his voice steady.

Sebastian, seated at his desk, looked up with a calm exterior that belied the turmoil within. “And the videos circulating online? Have they been addressed?” he inquired, his tone measured.

Foster nodded, relief evident in his posture. “Completely removed. No one is aware of the specifics of today’s events.”

Sebastian’s lips curled into a slight, approving nod. “That’s reassuring.”

Yet, Foster hesitated, weighing his words carefully. “Sir, the Miss will recover. Please, try not to worry too much.” The Sebastian he observed today was a man he had never encountered before—outwardly composed, yet radiating an aura of profound loneliness and despair.

A soft sigh escaped Sebastian’s lips, a sound heavy with unspoken thoughts. “An ailment of the mind requires the mind for healing. She has locked herself away in her own fortress, isolating herself from the world. No one can breach those walls—not even me. Just as Leonard once remarked, she has wrapped her heart in another layer of armor. It may appear unbreakable from the outside, but within, it is a chaotic mess.”

Foster, ever pragmatic, suggested, “Should we consider bringing Leonard in? He might be able to assist her in this dark time.”

Sebastian shook his head, his expression firm. “Not yet. We must give her the space she needs. I have faith that she will find her way back to us.”

As night enveloped the world outside, Sebastian emerged from the study, his heart heavy with worry. He pushed open the door to Lilian’s room, revealing her curled up on the bed, a fragile figure shrouded in silence. Her light, shallow breaths echoed with a sense of helplessness, each inhale a whisper of her inner turmoil. She had constructed an impenetrable fortress around herself, shutting out all light and warmth from the outside.

The following two days passed in an agonizing stillness. Lilian remained confined to her room, her voice silenced, her spirit seemingly extinguished. Sebastian found himself in the role of reluctant caretaker, force-feeding her morsels of food, only to watch in despair as she rejected each offering, the food returning as if her body could not bear to accept nourishment.

The afternoon stretched on as the two friends poured their hearts out to her, but Lilian remained unyielding, a stone statue in a world of chaos.

Frustration bubbled within Elsie, and she finally burst out, “Lilian, are you really going to live like this forever? Are you abandoning Sebastian? Are you abandoning us, your friends? Are you turning your back on everyone who loves you? How can you be so selfish?” Her voice cracked with the weight of her emotions.

Isabelle, observing the blankness in Lilian’s gaze, added, “The people who care about you are suffering from your silence. You may not realize it, but your pain only brings joy to those who wish to see you fail. I know you can hear me. Just think about it.” With that, she took Elsie’s arm, gently leading her out of the room.

As they stepped into the hallway, they found Sebastian standing at the door, his brow furrowed, the weight of worry etched into his features. The cigarette he had been smoking dangled precariously between his fingers, burnt down to a stub.

“How is she?” he asked, his voice a low rumble filled with concern.