Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 92

Mr. Quinton crumpled to the ground the instant the car sped away, his body collapsing under the sudden shock. Several bystanders hurried over, their faces etched with concern, and quickly helped him to the nearest hospital.

Meanwhile, Misty and Lily were unceremoniously thrown into the cold, dim basement immediately after their capture. The air was thick with despair and silence. Sebastian’s voice cut through the stillness like ice. “Keep them alive. That’s all I care about. Beyond that, do whatever you want,” he ordered with chilling detachment.

Chaos had engulfed the Lincoln family completely. Desperate, they rushed to the police station, pleading for help to rescue the girls. But the Sandy River Police Department responded bluntly, “Sorry, this case is beyond our jurisdiction.” Their words felt like a cruel wall shutting them out.

The Lincolns pulled every possible string, called in every favor from their extensive network, yet every avenue led to a dead end. The next day, as if their misfortune wasn’t enough, Lincoln Corporation’s stock suddenly came under a hostile takeover attack. The numbers plunged relentlessly, dragging the company into turmoil.

Justin sat slumped in his office chair, his eyes glazed and surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke. The whirlwind of events had unfolded too fast for anyone to grasp. The family was shattered—Mr. Quinton remained unconscious, Jimmy and Barry were still weak and healing, and Misty and Lian Qianqian were nowhere to be found. Not a single clue pointed to their whereabouts. The company was unraveling before his eyes.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily to the girl—so confident, so cunning—and now vanished without a trace. He never imagined it would come to this.

Suddenly, the office door swung open.

“Justin, what’s happening now?” Jimmy’s voice was weak as he was wheeled in by a caregiver, his face pale but determined.

Justin looked up, still drawing on his cigarette, and replied with a weary sigh, “The same disaster you already know about. The family’s in pieces. The company’s on the brink. And no solution anywhere in sight.”

Jimmy paused, then asked quietly, “Justin… is Lilian really gone for good?”

Taking a long, ragged drag, Justin’s voice was hoarse as he answered, “Yeah. The explosion was devastating. They only managed to recover fragments—no complete pieces at all.”

Jimmy’s mind flashed to the bright, cheerful girl she had been—so young, full of life, never given a chance to live it fully. Now, everything was over. A sharp ache tightened his chest. If only she hadn’t agreed to their father’s desperate plea to come save them… maybe none of this would have happened.

Though the official search had been called off, Sebastian refused to surrender. He doubled the search teams and relentlessly scoured every inch of the area. Deep inside, he clung to the hope that Lilian was still alive.

Pressure mounted from Kingston and the company’s overseas branches, demanding results.

Sebastian thrust a file into Foster’s hands, his tone icy. “Tell them—if they can’t handle this, they can pack up and leave.”

He froze, scanning the dimly lit room. On the bed, a small shape stirred beneath a soft blue glow that seemed to shimmer around her. He stared, breath caught in his throat. Slowly, the ethereal light faded.

Heart pounding, he moved closer. There she lay, peacefully asleep. Her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her pale cheeks. Her softly curled hair spilled over the pillow like a silken halo. A white dress draped over her slender figure, as if she belonged to a dream.

If not for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, he might have thought she was an illusion.

Careful not to disturb her, Sebastian eased down beside her, reaching out to pull her gently into his arms. The warmth of her skin reassured him—she was real. She was truly back. This was no dream.

Holding her close as she slept, Sebastian felt his heart stir again after so long in the darkness.

Yet, the memory of that faint blue glow lingered in his mind, casting a shadow in his eyes. Still, none of that mattered now. What counted was that she had returned.

Perhaps it was exhaustion, or maybe it was the subtle scent she carried, but for the first time in days, Sebastian’s tense body began to relax. Slowly, he surrendered to sleep, cradling her gently in his arms.