Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 609

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**Chapter 609: Lilian’s Pain**

Madison’s brow knitted together in frustration. She had been so certain that their scheme was infallible, yet it had crumbled into utter chaos. The thought of the losses incurred today ignited a fire of rage within her. “What about Laney?” she demanded, her voice sharp as a knife.

Jake’s response was barely above a whisper, “She was taken away.” A shadow of concern crossed his features. “I’m worried she might expose you, Miss.”

Madison let out a derisive laugh, her tone dripping with disdain. “Do you honestly believe I would allow her that opportunity? Her entire family is dangling precariously in my grasp. If she dares to utter a single word, she can start preparing for their funerals.” The coldness in her eyes sent a chill down Jake’s spine.

“Then what’s our next move?” Jake inquired, his voice low and cautious.

Madison paused, her mind racing through the possibilities. “For now, we do nothing. We’ll wait and observe the situation unfold.”

Jake nodded, a sense of resignation settling over him. “Yes.”

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit hallway, Lilian sat quietly on a bench, her spirit as heavy as the air around her. Sebastian, ever the silent guardian, took a seat beside her, offering his presence as a balm against her turmoil.

The light above the adjacent operating room shone brightly, a stark contrast to the darkness enveloping Lilian’s heart.

Foster approached with a gentle tread, a steaming cup in hand, and offered it to Sebastian. “Sir,” he said, his voice barely above a murmur.

Sebastian accepted the hot drink, his gaze shifting to Lilian. He placed the warm cup in her trembling hands, his voice soft yet firm. “Lilian, you need to drink something. If you don’t nourish your body, it won’t hold up under this weight.”

Lilian shook her head slowly, her voice barely audible and strained. “I don’t want to drink.”

Sebastian’s heart ached at the sight of her desolation. “Please, Lilian. Don’t shut me out like this. It pains me to see you in such despair. I know you feel responsible for Isabelle’s injury, but you mustn’t shoulder all the blame. You have done nothing wrong in this situation. The true culprit is that woman. You cannot punish yourself for her actions.”