Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 387

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 387**
**Chapter 387: Awakening**

Vivian perched on the edge of a plush armchair, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with tension. “She must despise us. What other reason could there be for her appearance now, of all moments? Not before, not after—she chose this auction deliberately, just to humiliate Guozhong. And look where it has left us. The entire social circle is reveling in the Sinclair family’s misfortune. We had hoped to use this event to build momentum before next month’s product launch, but now it’s all in shambles.”

Her words cast a shadow over Beth’s features, deepening the lines of worry etched on her face. “Just like her mother… a cursed star,” she muttered bitterly, her voice laced with an undercurrent of resentment.

At Ravenwood Manor, the atmosphere was thick with an unsettling heaviness, a stark contrast to the usual warmth that enveloped the grand estate.

In the expansive hall, Fawks scrutinized Sebastian’s tempestuous expression, concern knitting his brow. “She still hasn’t stirred?”

Sebastian shook his head slowly, a deep frown settling on his lips. “No.”

“What does Dr. Will have to say about her condition?” Fawks pressed, his tone tinged with urgency.

Leaning back against the wall, Sebastian released a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable. “Her physical health is fine. It’s just… she doesn’t want to wake up.”

Fawks’ frown deepened, a flicker of worry igniting within him. The prospect of illness was far less troubling than the haunting notion of a willful slumber. And the revelation of Lillian’s lineage had left him reeling—Henry of the Sinclair Group’s daughter, of all people.

“Perhaps we should consider bringing in a psychologist,” he suggested cautiously, his mind racing with possibilities. “If all that suppressed resentment has finally erupted, it might have driven her into this state.”

Sebastian’s response was firm, his voice unwavering. “No. She’s simply exhausted. Sleep is what she needs to heal. When she wakes, all of this will be behind her.” With that, he rose, determination guiding his steps as he ascended the staircase.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he found her lying still, an ethereal calm surrounding her. He lay down beside her, tenderness flooding his gaze as he brushed away stray strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead. His voice, deep and soothing, filled the quiet space. “Lillian, please wake up soon. We promised each other a lifetime together. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her brow, a gesture filled with reverence and solemnity, as if he were making a sacred vow.

On the third day, Lillian finally emerged from the depths of her slumber.

A shaft of sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating the room and infusing it with the fresh scent of rain-washed air.

Her lashes fluttered like delicate butterflies before her eyes finally opened fully, blinking against the brightness.

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