Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 392

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 392**
**CONTENT: Chapter 392 The Sinclair Family 3**

Vivian was undeniably a virtuoso at manipulating the vulnerabilities of men. Her act, steeped in delicate devotion, self-denial, and a façade of strength, instantly transformed Henry’s expression, replacing his usual bravado with a palpable guilt that hung in the air like a thick fog.

“These years have wronged you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the weight of his words could somehow absolve him of the past.

Vivian’s gaze fell to the floor, her lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as she shook her head ever so slightly. “Not wronged. As long as I can be with you, no matter the suffering, I can endure it.” Her voice was soft, but there was a steely resolve buried beneath the surface.

Lillian, unable to suppress her disdain, sneered with a sharp edge to her words. “Your words are truly moving. To play the mistress so righteously—it’s almost admirable. Yes, you and Henry dated in college. But why didn’t you marry someone else after leaving? Because you were waiting. Waiting for a chance to worm your way back to Henry. After all, he was considered a tall, rich, handsome catch back then. Men like that were rare. Am I wrong?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, each word a calculated jab aimed at Vivian’s heart.

“I was wrong. I should never have loved Henry. It was all my fault,” Vivian replied, her voice thick with feigned sorrow, each syllable laced with a sense of tragic remorse that seemed to tug at the heartstrings of anyone who listened.

Chloe, unable to contain her anger any longer, marched forward, her eyes blazing with fury. “Lillian, don’t go too far! My parents truly love each other. Your mother was the interloper—Catherine was the mistress!” Her voice rang out defiantly, like a clarion call against the injustice she perceived.

Before Chloe could utter another word, Lillian’s hand sliced through the air, landing a sharp slap across Chloe’s cheek. The hatred in her eyes was chilling, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “If I ever hear another insult toward my mother from your mouth, I’ll make sure you understand what regret means.”

The room fell into a stunned silence, the impact of the slap echoing like a thunderclap. Chloe stood frozen, clutching her face in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock. “You hit me—you actually dared to hit me!” Her voice trembled with disbelief, the betrayal cutting deeper than the physical pain.

“Enough!”

The shout reverberated through the room, silencing all with its authority. Mr. Morgan, unsteady on his feet, pushed himself up, his voice quaking with emotion. “It was my fault. My stubbornness ruined your mother’s life. I should never have forced Henry to marry Catherine. If I hadn’t, perhaps she would still be alive and happy today. It was my mistake. Please—consider it my plea. For the sake of the years I raised your mother, give me a chance to make it up to you.”

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