Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 384

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 384**
**CONTENT: Chapter 384 Lillian Harrington 2**

Henry stepped forward, his presence commanding and unwavering. “You are my daughter. Even if you refuse to admit it, that truth cannot be changed.” His voice was steady, but the weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a truth he was desperate to convey.

“Daughter?” Lillian’s lips twisted into a frosty smile, one that could chill the warmest of hearts. “Mr. Henry, you must be dreaming. How could I possibly be your daughter? Isn’t Chloe the one you proudly call your daughter?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, each word carefully chosen to cut deep.

Henry’s voice tightened, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “Chloe is indeed my daughter, yes. But you are also my daughter—the child Catherine bore me.” The sincerity in his voice clashed with the tension that crackled between them.

“Don’t you dare speak my mother’s name.” Lillian’s eyes blazed with an intensity that could ignite flames. “Hearing it from your mouth makes me sick. You don’t deserve to utter her name.” The anger that surged within her was palpable, a fierce storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Mr. Morgan, standing by with a heavy heart, looked at Lillian with sorrow etched on his face. “But he is your father,” he said softly, hoping to bridge the chasm that had formed between them.

Lillian turned to him, her laughter cold and biting. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Morgan. I, Lillian, am an orphan. No father, no mother. I don’t even know what the word ‘father’ means. Why don’t you explain it to me?” Her challenge hung in the air, leaving Mr. Morgan momentarily speechless, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Vivian, lurking in the shadows, observed with a glint of cold calculation in her eyes. Yet, she forced herself to feign sorrow, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Lillian, if you must blame someone, then blame me. I was the one who pursued your father, fully aware he already had a wife and daughter. If you need to resent someone, resent me—not him. Since learning of your existence, he’s traveled to Solara time and again, searching for you. That alone proves he loves you. Otherwise, why would he cast everything aside just to find you?” Her words dripped with a twisted sense of justification.

“Is that so?” Lillian’s sneer was sharp enough to cut. “Then Mr. Henry has truly gone to great trouble.” With a swift motion, she lifted the violin from the auction stand, her grip fierce. “This belonged to my mother. You have no right to sell it. And from this moment on, do not use her name to cloak your false charity. It disgusts me.” Her voice was steady, filled with a righteous indignation that left no room for argument.

Without another glance, she turned on her heel and walked away, each step echoing her resolve.

The Sinclair family’s grand auction, once a beacon of prestige, now felt like a bomb detonating among Kingston’s elite. Henry had envisioned accolades, but instead, he found himself the subject of ridicule and scorn.

Ryan, shaken to his core, hurried after Lillian, desperation propelling him forward. But by the time he reached the hotel entrance, she had vanished into the night, leaving him with a gnawing sense of dread.

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