Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Identity Exposed

Mac’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the young woman standing before him. Just moments ago, her name had stirred a faint recognition within him, but he hadn’t given it much thought. Now, the realization hit him like a bolt—this was Lillian.

Her name had echoed through the corridors of high society for years: young, brilliant, and a prodigy in medicine. Rumors swirled about her miraculous healing of the Axen Group’s chairman, her care for the Shanks family’s daughter and daughter-in-law, and her close ties to the influential Goodman family. Yet, after her sudden and prolonged disappearance, whispers of her had gradually faded into obscurity.

Never in his wildest dreams did Mac imagine she would turn up in his own home, let alone as a classmate of his daughter. Relief washed over him, realizing he hadn’t been too harsh with her earlier.

He forced a chuckle, attempting to mask his surprise. “Well, this is something I never expected. To think that Lillian is actually the Maiden Healer.”

“Please, Mr. Mac,” Lillian interrupted smoothly, her tone calm but firm. “Let’s not jump to conclusions or try to connect dots prematurely. The first thing we need to address is how your daughter’s bracelet ended up in my bag—and why, in front of everyone, she accused me of stealing it. That’s what needs to be cleared up. I have no intention of carrying the stigma of a thief without cause.”

Her composed voice held an edge that cut through the tension like a knife. The idea that she was the revered Maiden Healer—a figure almost worshipped by the elite—felt almost surreal to Eda. If it was true, then what did that mean for everything now?

A sharp pang of regret gnawed at her for agreeing to Adeline’s plan in the first place.

Adeline, meanwhile, was unraveling. The recording device had already thrown her into turmoil, and now, hearing that Lillian was the Maiden Healer of high society only deepened her panic.

“Steal? Lillian? That’s absurd,” Houston scoffed, disbelief coloring his voice. “She earns tens of millions from just one patient. Mr. Arron was generous, sure, but don’t forget—Mr. Gordon even gave her twenty percent of the Goodman Group’s shares. Do you honestly think she’d stoop to theft?”

He laughed bitterly, the idea so ludicrous it was almost comical. He hadn’t even dared to mention that Lillian was also the chairperson of Skyreach Group. A woman of her caliber and reputation wouldn’t even entertain such a lowly thought.

Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd.

“She charges at least five million for a single consultation. And you think she’s after a bracelet worth two hundred dollars? Ridiculous.”

“Exactly. She owns a fifth of the Goodman Group.”

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