Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 326

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 326**
**CONTENT: Chapter 326 The Sinclairs’ Decision**

Henry stood there, a knot of uncertainty tightening in his stomach. “She just finished her SATs,” he said slowly, weighing each word as if they were precious stones. “I’m not entirely sure if she’s still in Solara. Even though she was born in Cedarvale, no one seems to have a clue about her whereabouts.”

Morgan’s brows knitted together, forming a deep furrow across his forehead. “You can’t locate her?” The incredulity in his voice was unmistakable, like a knife slicing through the air.

“No, I can’t. I even dispatched a few people to her school to inquire, but it was as if they were searching for a ghost. No one had any information about her. They said this Lillian is an enigma; she enrolled in Riverdale High as one of the top students but vanished less than a year later… and didn’t reappear until two years after that,” Henry explained, the frustration evident in his tone.

Morgan’s gaze bore into Henry, sharp and unyielding. “Then you need to go to Solara yourself. Don’t return until you find her.”

Henry felt a shiver race down his spine under Morgan’s intense scrutiny. “Yes, I understand,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of determination and dread swirling within him.

As he gathered the scattered documents on the table, Morgan shot him a glance. “I hear you’ve been working on a new drug.”

“Yes. The progress has been steady,” Henry said, a flicker of pride igniting in his eyes, even amidst the tension.

Morgan’s laughter echoed coldly in the room. “Is that so? Well, I’ll be waiting for some promising news.”

Meanwhile, Lillian remained blissfully unaware of the brewing storm within the Sinclair household.

She had returned to Mythic Mountain, the familiar surroundings wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

As she surveyed the place she had not seen in two long years, her eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears. With a gentle push, she opened the wooden gate that led into the yard.

Inside, her mentor sat in serene silence, completely absorbed in the medical journal that lay open before him. His coffee, once steaming, now sat neglected on the table, cooling as he lost himself in the pages.

Time had altered him—two years had passed, and the once-vibrant strands of his hair had turned a muted gray. The lines at the corners of his eyes had deepened, and his frame appeared thinner, more fragile than she remembered. The sight of him stirred a wave of emotion within Lillian, and tears threatened to spill over.

It was Fenton who first noticed her, emerging from the back with a bamboo mat in hand, intended for drying herbs. His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, “Miss, you’re back!”

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