Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Time Off

After treating Jacob to a quiet dinner, Lilian set out for Lin County, her heart heavy but determined. The evening air was crisp as she made her way toward the mountain retreat, the fading light casting long shadows over the winding road.

When she finally arrived at the gate, her eyes welled up with tears at the sight of Leonard, the elderly man who had been waiting patiently for her. His figure was silhouetted against the dimming sky, and to Lilian, he was more than just a guardian—he was the only family she truly had left in this world.

She thought back to the countless years ago when Leonard had saved her from a life of despair. Without his kindness and guidance, there would be no Lilian today. He had given her shelter when she had nowhere else to go, taught her the art of medicine, and showed her how to carry herself with grace and strength. The bond they shared was beyond words, a priceless connection that anchored her soul.

“Why are you standing out here without a coat, Teacher?” Lilian chided gently, stepping closer. Though spring was just around the corner, the mountain air still carried a biting chill. Her voice was soft but filled with concern.

Leonard looked at her with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with quiet affection. “I knew you’d be coming back today. I had nothing better to do, so I decided to wait outside.”

Just then, Fenton appeared, carrying Lilian’s luggage with a cheerful grin. “Miss, Mr. Leonard has been asking since morning when you would arrive. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer and came out himself.”

Lilian smiled and walked over to Leonard, slipping her arm through his with a playful pout. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, pressing her cheek against his shoulder in a tender gesture.

Leonard chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to gently stroke her hair. “You’re still the same girl as ever. Not a bit taller or wiser,” he teased fondly.

Inside the cozy courtyard house, Lilian began to recount the events of the past six months—the struggles at Sandy River, the complicated affairs of the Lincoln family—though she carefully omitted the details of her injuries. There was no need to worry Leonard, especially since she had fully recovered.

Leonard’s face darkened with a solemn expression. “Enough of that. You’ve already repaid your debts. Let the rest unfold as it will. Mr. Quinton was quite a man in his day. It’s a shame his family turned out the way they did.”

Lilian poured a cup of tea and handed it to him gently. “I’m fine now. As for the Lincoln family, that’s Mr. Quinton’s burden to bear. You don’t need to trouble yourself over it.”

Taking the cup, Leonard’s voice dropped to a serious tone. “Lilian, remember this always: everyone has a bottom line—that’s your limit for tolerance. If someone crosses it, don’t hold back. I want you to live freely, not like a trapped animal. No matter who wrongs you, make sure to repay it.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I understand. I’ll follow your advice. I won’t suffer in silence anymore.”

In her past life, patience had been preached to her by everyone, and she had forced herself to endure. But in the end, where did that get her? This time, the word “endure” was erased from her vocabulary.

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