Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 431

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 431**
**Chapter 431 Morgan’s Birthday Banquet, Part Four**

Vivian’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusatory. “You must have already taken what was inside, haven’t you? Wasn’t it one of the prescriptions your mother worked on before she died?” The words hung heavily between them, laden with the weight of unspoken grief and unresolved conflict.

In the wake of Catherine’s untimely death, the search for her remaining formulas had become an obsession for both women. They had scoured every corner, every drawer, and yet, the elusive secrets of her genius remained hidden, like shadows in the night. That locked drawer, a constant temptation, had drawn their eyes time and again, but no matter their efforts, the lock remained steadfast, a barrier to the past.

“What right do you have to question me, Madam Vivian? Even if I did, those prescriptions were my mother’s; what do they have to do with you?” Lillian’s retort was sharp, her voice a blade cutting through the tension. The air crackled with animosity, each word a step deeper into the chasm that separated them.

Vivian, unflinching, replied with a steely resolve. “Catherine’s things belong to the Sinclair family. Once she married into this family, every formula she developed became the property of the Sinclairs. So I’d advise you to hand them over now; otherwise, when your father finds out, things will get ugly.” Her tone was laced with a sense of superiority, as if she held the moral high ground in this twisted game.

Lillian’s expression turned icy, her eyes narrowing with disdain. A mocking smile danced on her lips, taunting. “Catherine’s belongings belong to the Sinclair family? What law says so? Go ahead, enlighten me.” Her sarcasm dripped like venom, aimed directly at Vivian’s heart.

“Taking what isn’t yours is stealing. You didn’t get our permission before taking something that belongs to the Sinclair family; that makes you a thief. I pity you for growing up in some backwater, so I won’t hold it against you. As long as you return the items, I won’t tell your father. When you come back to the Sinclair family, I’ll make sure you’re treated well.” Vivian’s words, wrapped in a veneer of false kindness, were a thinly veiled threat.

Lillian’s laughter rang out, sharp and filled with scorn. “And who gave you the nerve to think I’d ever return to the Sinclair family? That filthy place ruined my mother’s life. Do you really think I’d ever go back?” Her voice was a fierce declaration, an oath against the family that had caused her so much pain.

“A thief? Ha!” Her laughter became a weapon, slicing through the tension. “Taking back my mother’s things makes me a thief? If anyone here are the thieves, it’s the Sinclair family. You’ve hoarded her work and still have the audacity to call me a criminal.” The indignation in her words was palpable, a fire igniting her resolve.

With deliberate slowness, she approached Vivian, her demeanor calm yet charged with an undercurrent of rage. She reached out, hooking a finger under Vivian’s collar, pulling her closer. “Tell me, Madam Vivian— which of the things you wear wasn’t bought with my mother’s money? You live off her work, use what she earned, and then throw this absurd logic at me to try to control me. I have to say, your shamelessness is remarkable; no wonder you managed to fool Henry so completely back then.” The words dripped with contempt, each syllable a dagger aimed at Vivian’s carefully constructed facade.

Vivian wrenched herself free from Lillian’s grip, her voice now a frigid whisper. “So you really don’t plan on handing them over, do you?” The question hung in the air, a challenge that crackled with tension.

“Hand what over? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lillian’s sneer was defiant, a shield against the accusations thrown her way.

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