Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 687

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 687**
**CONTENT: Chapter 687 Letting Go**

Theo nodded quickly, his expression earnest. “I understand completely. Don’t worry, I promise to take good care of her.” His voice held a hint of determination, as if he were trying to convince not just Lilian but himself as well.

Lilian’s lips curved into a mocking smile, a glimmer of disdain in her eyes. “That’s entirely up to you, Theo. Remember, Natalie is your daughter—the most important person in your life. If you can’t even ensure her well-being, then what does that say about you as a father? I’ve said more than enough; further discussion is futile. It’s time for you to sort this out on your own.” Her words were sharp, slicing through the air with an authority that left no room for argument.

Theo felt a pang of awkwardness wash over him. “I understand,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as he grappled with the weight of her words.

With Natalie needing to recuperate, and knowing she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, Lilian and Jill made the decision to leave. Before they exited, Theo handed Lilian a check for three hundred million. She accepted it without a moment’s hesitation, her eyes gleaming with the promise of financial security.

As Carson escorted them to the door, he turned to Jill, his tone shifting to something more serious. “Can I have a word with you for a moment?”

Lilian glanced back, her brow raised in curiosity. “I’ll head off first. Text me tomorrow,” she said, her voice casual as she walked towards the car parked across the street. The vehicle pulled away from the Yale family residence, leaving an air of tension behind.

Jill turned to Carson, her demeanor calm yet guarded. “What do you want to discuss?” Her question was straightforward, devoid of any pretense.

Carson’s smile was tinged with bitterness. “It feels like we’ve become strangers. I remember when you used to call me Carson with warmth. Now, it’s just ‘you’—so distant, so cold.”

In a sudden move, Carson grasped her wrist, his grip firm yet pleading. “Can we rewind time? Can we go back to what we had? I know you had feelings for me for many years. Yes, I hurt you deeply, but would you give me a chance to make amends?”

Jill froze for a moment, a sneer forming on her lips. “And you think that saying these things will change anything?”

Carson lowered his voice, filled with an earnest longing. “We ended things due to irreconcilable differences. But over the past two years, I’ve often reflected on the times we shared. Each memory pulls at me, and I can’t help but yearn for the version of us that once was. So, can we not start anew?”

A bitter smile crossed Jill’s face, and she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. “We can’t go back, Carson. You were my entire world at one point. I poured my heart into our relationship, waiting, hoping that one day my love would reach you. But all I received were repeated wounds from you. You shattered my hopes and left me vulnerable, exposed. I left broken, choosing to forget you completely. The moment I stepped away, I vowed never to look back. So what’s lost is lost. You and I are destined to be like two parallel lines—never to meet again.” With that, she pried Carson’s hand from her wrist and walked away, not glancing back. Tears filled her eyes, but within her heart, a sense of relief blossomed. It was the closure she needed, a final farewell to the years of unreciprocated affection.