Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 436

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 436**
**CONTENT: Chapter 436 Mother’s Notebook**

Merrick released a deep, weary sigh that seemed to echo the weight of years lost. “When Catherine vanished all those years ago, I searched tirelessly, my heart aching for answers that never came. Do you really think I could feel secure revealing Lillian’s existence to anyone? If I did, I would be placing her directly in harm’s way.”

Eric’s face shifted dramatically, confusion and concern mingling in his expression. “Grandpa, what are you suggesting? Are you implying that Aunt Catherine’s disappearance was intentional?”

A flicker of pain crossed Merrick’s features, as if the memories were raw and fresh. “What else could it possibly be? Who would dare act against the Phillips family without meticulous planning? And yet, they managed to take her all the way to Dracovia. If it weren’t for Lillian, I might never have understood just how far she had been taken from me.”

Eric stood there, his shock evident, the gravity of the revelation weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Noticing the turmoil on his grandson’s face, Merrick’s heart sank further. “That’s why I had no option left. Now that you’re aware, I need you to promise me that no one else will ever find out about this. Do you understand? Not even Rigel or Audrey.”

With a solemn nod, Eric replied, “I understand, grandpa.”

Meanwhile, in the car, Lillian sat with her back against the window, her gaze lost in the ever-changing landscape outside.

Each face she glimpsed seemed to tell a different story—joy, sorrow, tranquility, despair. Perhaps this was the essence of life itself; an intricate tapestry woven from countless emotions and experiences.

Karina had once shared a profound truth with her: there would always be people in life who slipped through your fingers, no matter how desperately you tried to hold on. In her heart, Lillian felt the weight of that wisdom, realizing that she hadn’t managed to keep a single one. It was as if fate had predetermined her losses.

Unno, her driver, caught a glimpse of her despondent expression through the rearview mirror. Since they had departed from the Sinclair residence, her face had remained a mask of stoicism, betraying none of the turmoil within.

Yet, the stark imprint of a hand on her cheek was alarming; he wanted to voice his concern, but the words caught in his throat.

“Miss, would you like me to take you back to the manor?” Unno inquired, his voice gentle yet cautious.

Lillian’s response was soft, almost a whisper. “No; please take me back to school.”

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