Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 458

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 458**
**CONTENT: Chapter 458 Stirring Trouble**

Vivian, her voice sharp as a blade, shot back, “You’re just a broke student; how on earth can you afford to dine here? Did you sell your mother’s prescriptions to scrape together some cash?” The accusation hung in the air, heavy and accusatory, as her eyes narrowed with disdain.

Henry, momentarily stunned, felt as though he had been jolted back into reality. “That’s right—the formulas you took from your mother’s drawer that day… is it true, as Vivian claims, that you sold them all?” The weight of his words pressed down on Lillian, and a wry smile crept onto her lips, a mixture of mischief and defiance.

“Why don’t you take a wild guess?” she replied, her tone teasing, as if she were inviting them into a game where the stakes were far too high.

“Lillian, how can you be so reckless?” Vivian’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and sorrow. “Those prescriptions were your mother’s life’s work. How could you just toss them aside for a few coins? If you were in need of money, you could have come to me. But selling the Sinclair family’s legacy? Do you even grasp the value of one of those formulas?” Her voice cracked, revealing the depths of her distress.

Henry’s frustration boiled over as he roared, “Tell me—who did you sell your mother’s prescriptions to? You need to go and get them back right now!” His demand reverberated through the room, filled with a sense of urgency and desperation.

Lillian met Henry’s gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, a storm of emotions brewing within her. “You keep referring to them as my mother’s prescriptions—what do they have to do with the Sinclair family? She dedicated her life to you people, slaving away for years. And in the end? Are the remnants of her existence supposed to belong to you?” Her voice was steady, but the pain behind her words was palpable.

Vivian’s voice broke, filled with anguish. “Lillian, how can you say such things? Your father once loved your mother.”

“Shut up.” Lillian’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding. “Don’t you dare pretend that Henry loved my mother. Every time you say it, it makes me sick to my stomach.”

Turning her attention to Henry, she continued, “Honestly, do you feel even a hint of guilt for pretending you loved my mother? Or have you truly reached a level of shamelessness that’s beyond comprehension?”

Henry’s expression twisted into a mask of fury, his face reddening. “Lillian, do you have no respect at all? Is this how you speak to your father?” His words dripped with indignation, but they fell flat against her resolve.

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