Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 550

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 550**
**CONTENT: Chapter 550 Mockery**

Sebastian gently placed Lillian on the plush sofa, his voice deep yet soothing, as if he were trying to wrap her in warmth. “You’ve just come in from the biting cold. It’s important to keep warm, or you might catch a chill. Once you’re back in your room, you can take it off,” he reassured her, his tone patient and calm.

With her gaze cast downward, Lillian muttered a reluctant, “Fine,” her voice barely above a whisper, as if the word itself weighed heavily on her tongue.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and everyone present couldn’t help but scrutinize Sebastian’s expression. If it weren’t for his unmistakable features—those sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes—they might have thought he had been replaced by a stranger. Meanwhile, Chloe was practically vibrating with jealousy, her fingers fidgeting as she glared at Lillian.

Once Lillian appeared settled, Sebastian took a seat beside her, his presence a protective barrier against the world outside. “They’re here now. Let’s get this over with. Ten minutes at most—she needs her rest,” he said, his voice firm. He turned to one of the servants, his expression brooking no argument. “Bring her a hot cocoa.”

Lillian’s icy gaze swept over Henry and the others, her expression a mask of disdain. “I thought I had escaped you all for good in this lifetime. Yet, here we are again. So tell me, what brings you to drag me back into this mess?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, each word a sharpened blade.

Henry’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, embarrassment washing over him like a tidal wave. “Lillian, your father believes that Chloe was in the wrong. Couldn’t you—just this once—consider that you’re sisters and find it in your heart to forgive her?” His voice was earnest, almost desperate.

“Sisters?” Lillian scoffed, folding her legs beneath her on the sofa, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Henry, if memory serves me right, I made my feelings abundantly clear at that birthday banquet. Your slap, the debt you owed me—those matters were settled. There are no remaining ties between myself and the Sinclair family.”

“You told me then that my mother was the reason for the rift between you and Madam Vivian for so many years. So how can the daughter of such a sinner possibly be considered a ‘sister’ to your daughter? Spare me your hollow notions of sisterly affection. I cannot afford it,” she stated, her voice laced with bitterness.

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