Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 368

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession Series 368**
**Chapter 368: Ariana’s Apology**

**Ravenwood Manor**

In the expansive master bedroom of Ravenwood Manor, Sebastian lay in a deep, almost unnatural slumber, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had unfolded.

Lillian, with a tenderness that belied her own turmoil, meticulously attended to the long, jagged gash that marred his arm. It stretched nearly twenty centimeters, a gruesome testament to the severity of the incident that had transpired. The sight of it was enough to make even the most hardened of souls flinch.

Nearby, Louis and Foster busied themselves, fetching cool water and preparing fresh bandages, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency.

As Lillian gently cleaned the wound, her heart ached, and silent tears began to cascade down her cheeks, each droplet falling softly onto Sebastian’s hand, as if her sorrow sought to heal him in some small way.

Her quiet sobs resonated in the dimly lit room, stirring the hearts of those who stood witness. It was a silent testament to the depth of her feelings for him, feelings that were now laid bare in the stark reality of his injuries.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lillian finished cleaning and dressing the wound. Foster, watching her closely, broke the silence with a gentle inquiry. “Ms. Harrington, are you alright?”

Wiping the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, Lillian replied softly, “I’m fine. These are merely surface wounds. The poison has already been expelled from his system. If nothing goes awry, he should awaken by tomorrow.”

Foster exhaled a long breath of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank goodness for that. If we hadn’t arrived when we did, the consequences could have been truly catastrophic.”

The atmosphere shifted when Lillian’s voice turned cold as ice. “Where is Triny?”

Foster lowered his voice, as if afraid to disturb the fragile moment. “When we got there, she was unconscious. The boss was on the floor beside her, blood everywhere. Knowing his temper, he must have knocked Triny out to prevent her from escalating the situation, then inflicted this wound on himself to stay conscious.”

Lillian’s gaze drifted to the man lying on the bed, and she felt a wave of emotions wash over her. She stood and walked to the window, her heart heavy with dread. Outside, the sky was an ominous shade of gray, thick clouds looming like a dark shroud, blocking out any glimmer of light. The air felt stifling, pressing down on her chest as if the very heavens were about to unleash their fury. A storm was brewing, and it was clear that it could no longer be held at bay.

**The Next Day**

Lillian was jolted awake by the relentless sound of torrential rain hammering against the window.

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