Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 434

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 434**
**Chapter 434: The DNA Report**

In a sudden eruption of emotion, Henry sprang to his feet, his voice reverberating through the room like thunder. “Lillian, are you seriously crossing the line here? Vivian and I shared a love that was genuine from the very beginning; if it weren’t for my father’s relentless pressure to marry her, how could we have endured such a painful separation for all those years? So ultimately, it’s your mother who bears the true blame for this mess.”

Lillian stood frozen, her heart heavy with a mix of anger and sorrow. For the first time, her thoughts drifted toward her mother, feeling an overwhelming wave of compassion for the woman who had suffered. She looked at Henry, a man who had wielded his power like a weapon, and she thought to herself, what right does he have to demand that I bear his children? What right does he have to dictate the course of my life?

Taking a long, shaky breath to steady her racing heart, she confronted him. “Mr. Henry, you dare to point the finger at my mother? What about you? You hid behind the excuse of her ruining your relationship while you married her, fathered me, and do you know what that makes you? A rapist.”

Without warning, Henry’s hand shot out, connecting sharply with her cheek.

The sound of the slap echoed in the room, leaving everyone momentarily stunned—even Henry himself. He stared at his hand, as if it were a foreign object, grappling with the gravity of what he had just done. Words danced on the tip of his tongue, yet he found himself utterly speechless.

Vivian, observing the unfolding drama with a sense of detached satisfaction, felt a flicker of triumph spark in her eyes.

Lillian’s gaze bore into Henry, sharp and unyielding, but then, unexpectedly, laughter erupted from her lips, mingled with tears that streamed down her face. “That slap,” she said, her voice trembling but fierce, “is a fitting repayment for the seed you planted all those years ago. From this moment onward, the Sinclair family and I, Lillian, are done. The daughter you thought you had died a decade ago. In this world, there will only be Lillian from now on. So please, do not mistake me for anyone else.”

Turning her icy gaze toward Vivian, she continued, her tone laced with disdain. “Madam Vivian, should you ever consider framing me again, I suggest you aim higher; your petty tricks are beneath my notice. And one last thing—ensure your loose ends are tied up, because if I catch wind of them, the consequences will not be to your liking.” With that, she strode through the crowd, her presence commanding and resolute, and exited the door, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

Henry’s expression contorted as he watched her retreating figure, frustration and anger swirling in his eyes like a tempest. Morgan, who had been standing quietly to the side, let out a long, weary sigh, feeling the weight of the chaotic atmosphere that had engulfed the birthday banquet.

The celebration, intended to be a moment of joy, had devolved into a scene of chaos and bitterness, leaving a bitter taste in the air.

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