Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 385

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 385**
**CONTENT: Chapter 385 Missing**

Sebastian had always harbored a nagging certainty in his heart that Lillian was, in fact, the daughter of the Sinclair family. Yet, he had never anticipated that the truth would surface so explosively, so publicly, and in such a heart-wrenching manner. It was a revelation that felt like a storm breaking over him, sudden and unforgiving.

As the rain fell in a relentless downpour, his expression transformed into something dark and foreboding, a storm brewing within him that mirrored the chaos outside.

In the midst of this tempest, at a cemetery shrouded in gloom, a girl stood, drenched to the bone, her fingers dancing over the strings of her violin, drawing forth a sorrowful melody that seemed to resonate with the very essence of grief.

The haunting notes intertwined with the persistent patter of raindrops, each sound amplifying the other’s profound solitude. It was a symphony of sorrow, each note a tear shed in memory.

On her face, it was impossible to distinguish where the raindrops ended and her own tears began, a mingling of nature’s weeping and her own heartache.

As the final note faded into the heavy air, she sank to her knees before the headstone, her fingers frantically wiping at the rain-soaked photograph that refused to clear, a futile attempt to erase the evidence of her pain.

Her voice quivered with emotion, each word a prayer to the heavens. “Mom… I’m so sorry you had to see your daughter like this. All these years, I’ve tried to live as you wanted me to, to find happiness, to let go of my resentment toward him. Ten years—it’s been a decade. And today, I finally stood before him, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling this deep-seated hatred.

Mom, please tell me… what am I supposed to do? I’ve tried to keep my distance, but I can’t, I truly can’t. You must have witnessed everything that unfolded today from up there. How could he do this to you? How could he stand there, speaking so righteously, as if he ever loved you?

He never loved you at all. Not once. So why pretend to be so devoted? Why did you confine yourself to that prison of a marriage for your entire life?

This violin—it was your favorite. I’ve brought it back for you. I won’t allow it to be tainted by the world. It holds our memories, my last connection to you. Let it remain with you, always.”

At Ravenwood Manor—

Sebastian was in a state of near panic over Lillian’s sudden disappearance. His mind raced with worry, each passing moment heightening his anxiety.

Foster had mobilized the entire household to search for her, but it felt as if she had simply vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

The night deepened, and the rain showed no signs of relenting, a relentless reminder of the turmoil in his heart.

Louis lingered anxiously near the entrance, his thoughts a whirlwind of dread and hope, praying for a miracle. He couldn’t fathom what could compel someone to disappear without a word, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

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