Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 554

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 554**
**CONTENT: Chapter 554 The Last Supper**

There was no escaping the truth—Henry’s recent speech had catapulted his public approval ratings into the stratosphere. Some enthusiastic commentators even hailed him as the quintessential husband of the nation, a title that seemed to resonate deeply with the public sentiment.

In the comfort of her living room, Vivian sat transfixed in front of the television, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she absorbed every word spoken by Henry. His voice, filled with conviction, seemed to wrap around her like a warm embrace. She felt a surge of emotions that rendered her momentarily speechless. Beside her, Beth released a long, relieved sigh, the kind that signified a weight lifted from her shoulders. Even Morgan, known for his typically stoic demeanor, appeared to soften; the lines of tension that had etched themselves onto his forehead finally began to ease.

Meanwhile, on campus, Lillian was engrossed in the video on her phone, watching Henry stand confidently before a multitude of cameras. A cold, calculating smile crept onto her lips as she pressed a number on her phone.

“Karina, we can start laying the groundwork,” she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

After the call ended, she positioned herself by the window, gazing at the snowflakes that danced gracefully to the ground. “Winter’s here already,” she whispered to herself, a hint of satisfaction in her tone. “Spring won’t be far behind.” The prospect of new beginnings lingered in the air, and she savored the thought.

As the days unfolded, the Sinclair Group reveled in its newfound fame. Their stock prices surged like a phoenix rising from the ashes, laughter filled the boardroom where once there had been only whispers of discontent, and the notion of replacing Henry was now a distant memory. In the elite circles of Kingston, Henry had become the subject of every conversation. No longer was he viewed as a scoundrel or a cuckolded husband; instead, he was celebrated as a man reborn, admired for his capacity for forgiveness. Vivian, too, found herself enveloped in a wave of envy from others; to many, she had become the lucky woman married to the ideal husband.

At the Sinclair family villa, the atmosphere mirrored this newfound harmony. The bitterness of the past weeks seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Morgan sat at the dining table, a broad smile gracing his face as he addressed the butler. “Bring me that exquisite bottle of wine. Tonight is definitely a night for celebration.”

Mrs. Sinclair interjected gently, her voice laced with playful admonishment. “Oh, you old fool, the doctor specifically advised against drinking for your health.”

Morgan chuckled heartily, dismissing her concern with a wave of his hand. “It’s perfectly fine. Just a little won’t hurt. Tonight is a joyous occasion, after all.”

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