Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 616

**Chapter 616: Vivian’s Downfall**

As the weight of the situation settled upon her, Vivian’s hands trembled slightly, betraying the storm of anxiety swirling within her. She paused for a fleeting moment, allowing the gravity of her reality to sink in before she took a deep breath, steeling herself to continue her task. The shadows of her thoughts loomed large, casting a pall over her once vibrant spirit.

That evening, the opulence of the Sinclair family villa felt suffocating, the air thick with an unshakeable sense of dread.

Chloe emerged from the warm cocoon of her shower, the steam still clinging to her skin like a comforting embrace. She slipped into her bed, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. Just as she began to unwind, her phone buzzed insistently, piercing the fragile silence of the moment twice in quick succession.

Her curiosity piqued, she reached for the device, only to be met with a message from an unknown number. As she read the words on the screen, an icy shiver cascaded down her spine, and she shot upright in bed, her heart racing with an unsettling urgency.

Driven by an instinctual need to understand, she dashed to the window, peering into the dimly lit streets below. The night was eerily still, but an overwhelming sense of impending doom hung in the air. Without a moment’s hesitation, she threw on a thick winter coat, her mind racing with countless possibilities, and tiptoed towards the door. Just as her fingers brushed against the handle, a soft, familiar voice called out, “Chloe, here.”

Startled, she spun around, her heart pounding as she caught sight of a shadowy figure beneath the flickering glow of a streetlight at the corner. Without a second thought, she hurried over, her pulse quickening with each determined step.

“Mom, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea that the entire Kingston police force is searching for you?” Chloe exclaimed, her voice a tumultuous blend of concern and frustration.

Vivian, her face a portrait of frantic worry, pulled Chloe into the safety of a nearby alley, glancing nervously in both directions like a hunted animal. Only when she was convinced they were alone did she lean closer, her voice barely a whisper, thick with urgency. “How is your father?”

Chloe’s gaze bore into her mother, her heart aching at the sight before her. Vivian’s hair hung in greasy clumps, and her clothes were stained, speaking volumes of neglect and despair. The once-elegant woman appeared a mere shadow of her former self, and Chloe felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she fought to maintain her composure. “Mom, what happened to you? Where have you been all this time?”

Vivian’s eyes darted around the alley, her anxiety palpable. “Child, I need to know. How is your father?”

A sharp edge crept into Chloe’s voice, laced with bitterness. “You’re asking about him? Look at yourself! He doesn’t even want you anymore. Why do you still care? If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this mess!”

Vivian’s expression fell, distress washing over her like a wave. “No, don’t blame your father. I am responsible for this. Just tell me, how is he?”

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