Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 490

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 490**
**CONTENT: Chapter 490 Vivian Missing**

As the early morning hours crept in, a gnawing worry began to take root in Henry’s mind, escalating into a full-blown panic. In all the years that Vivian had been his wife, she had never once failed to return home by nightfall; even during her late outings, she always made it back well before the clock struck eleven.

He cast a furtive glance at the watch strapped to his wrist; the hands pointed well past one o’clock. Each time he attempted to call her, her phone went straight to voicemail, a silent void that only deepened his anxiety. In a desperate bid for answers, he reached out to several of her closest friends, only to discover that none had seen her that day. The unsettling realization washed over him like a cold wave.

By now, the entire household had been stirred into a state of unrest. Morgan, his eldest son, descended the staircase with an air of irritation. “It’s the middle of the night; what’s all this fuss about?” he snapped, his voice sharp and unyielding.

“Dad, it’s Vivian—she still hasn’t come back!” Henry’s voice trembled with urgency. “I’ve called her friends, and none of them have seen her today. Her phone has been off since this afternoon and is still off now! What if something has happened to her?” His heart raced, each beat echoing his fear.

Beth, his wife, glanced anxiously at the grandfather clock looming in the corner of the room. Upon seeing the time, she gasped and slapped her thigh in distress. “It’s so late already—oh no, what if she’s been kidnapped?” The very idea sent a shiver down her spine.

Henry turned his attention to Chloe, their daughter, who was curled up on the couch, clutching a pillow as if it were a lifeline. He nudged her with his foot, trying to rouse her from her sleepy haze. “Chloe, do you have any idea where your mother might have gone?”

Chloe blinked at them, her eyes heavy with sleep, and muttered, “How would I know? She never tells me where she’s going.” Her voice was thick with confusion, and she rubbed her eyes as if trying to shake off the fog of slumber.

“Think, Chloe! Where could she have possibly gone? If it really was a kidnapping, wouldn’t there at least be a phone call or something?” Beth pressed, her voice laced with worry.

“Let’s just wait a little longer. We can talk about it in the morning,” Morgan interjected, his tone calm yet firm. “She’s an adult; it’s not as if she can just vanish into thin air.” He tried to reassure them, but the unease in the room was palpable.

Suddenly, Chloe sat up straight, a look of realization dawning on her face. “What if Mom was taken by Lillian? She’s always believed Mom killed her mother—what if she kidnapped her behind our backs?” The thought hung in the air, heavy and unsettling.

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