Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551 Lillian’s Stance

Henry stared at Vivian in disbelief, his voice hoarse. “So from beginning to end, you treated me like a fool… just a weapon in your hand.”

Vivian’s eyes reddened, tears trembling at the edges. “Yes… I’m sorry, Henry. I lied to you. But I had no choice. My daughter finally rose from being an illegitimate child to the Sinclair heiress. Do you think I’d let her lose that place to Lillian?”

Henry’s voice broke into a roar, grief and rage mixing together. “How could you! No matter what, Lillian is my daughter. She was lost as a child, drifting outside for so many years. When she finally returned, all you cared about was a title? Did you ever stop to think–was she fed, was she clothed, was she bullied, was she alone?

“All these years, Chloe enjoyed the honor of being the Sinclair heiress, basking in everything that should have belonged to Lillian. Wasn’t that enough for you? Did you need to sever her from us completely before you were satisfied?”

Vivian choked out a trembling apology. “I’m sorry, Henry. I’m sorry.”

Off to the side, Lillian took a deep breath, forcing back the tears pricking her eyes. Her voice was quiet, but cold. “Mr. Henry, don’t put on a show of fatherly affection in front of me. The word ‘father‘ doesn’t exist in my life. For the first eighteen years, you weren’t there. And for the years ahead, I don’t need you either. So, please leave.” She turned and walked toward the elevator without looking back.

Sebastian’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a chill of sorrow running through him at her unshakable resolve.

That Sunday night, Lillian didn’t return to school. She only went back on Monday.

In the dorm, Elsie rushed over as soon as she walked in. “Lillian, are you alright? Why didn’t you rest a couple more days?”

Lillian set her textbooks down, smiling lightly. “I’m fine now, don’t worry. Honestly, I could’ve come back last night, but Mr. Whitmore wouldn’t let me. So here I am this morning.”

Elsie finally let out a long breath. “You have no idea how scared I was. My parents nagged me for two days straight, saying I didn’t look after you properly. And you didn’t see it—when your Mr. Whitmore left my house that day, the look in his eyes… it could’ve shot daggers.”

Lillian chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. He was just too worried about me. It’s fine.”

Elsie’s face flushed with guilt. “Lillian, I’m really sorry. You even got caught up in trouble at my house. I was too careless. That Chloe is disgusting.”

Isabelle chimed in indignantly. “Seriously, who thinks like that? It’s freezing, and she shoves someone into a pool? What kind of twisted mind does she have?”

Lillian’s eyes slid to Laney. “Exactly. And she claimed I was stealing her Julius. I’d love to know–which eye of hers saw me do that? Laney, do you know?”

Laney froze, her expression faltering before she forced a stiff smile. “I–I don’t know anything.” She snatched up her books in a fluster and muttered, “I’ve got class. I’ll go first.” She bolted for the door.

Watching her retreat, Lillian’s lips curved into a cold smile.

At lunch, as they entered the cafeteria, a man in a chef’s hat walked up. “Ms. Harrington, hello. I was specially hired by sir to oversee your meals.”

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