Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 627

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 627**
**CONTENT: Chapter 627 Anguish**

The Philips family villa, a grand structure that had seen its share of joy and sorrow, stood resilient against the encroaching dusk.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Merrick sat in a solitary silence, his presence almost ghost-like by the window. His eyes, usually so sharp and perceptive, were now unfocused, lost in the world outside. Clutched in his trembling hand was a photograph, its edges yellowed with time, a relic of happier moments that felt painfully distant now.

Outside the door, the butler paced anxiously, his brow furrowed with worry. Each step echoed in the quiet hallway, a manifestation of the turmoil within the villa.

Eric leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his silence a heavy shroud over the room. The day’s events had taken everyone by surprise, leaving a bitter taste of despair lingering in the air. The image of that slender figure, vulnerable against the biting cold wind, pierced his heart like a dagger.

She had been meant to embody the carefree spirit of the Philips family, their little princess, yet the cruel machinations of fate had thrust her into a nightmare that no one should ever have to endure. His mind raced with thoughts of the harsh truths she would soon have to confront, and he couldn’t help but wonder how she would find the strength to cope with such an overwhelming burden.

“Sir can’t just keep himself locked away like this,” the butler murmured, his voice tinged with desperation. “The doctor warned of the risks to his health. It’s been half a day, and he hasn’t consumed a single bite or sip. How can this continue?”

Eric’s gaze drifted toward the closed door, a weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Finally, he clenched his jaw, inhaled deeply, and rapped gently on the wood. “Grandpa,” he called softly, “I understand the depths of your sorrow, the guilt that gnaws at you over Ms. Catherine’s situation. But what’s done is done. None of us can change it. Even if you disregard your own well-being, think of Lilian. The pain she’s feeling is far greater than ours. That connection she had with her mother was all she had left. Can you truly bear to witness her suffering for the rest of her life?”

Inside the bedroom, a flicker of emotion returned to Merrick’s face. Tears began to flow freely from his eyes, cascading down his cheeks and landing on the photograph he held. “I’ve failed you. I’ve failed you,” he whispered, his voice breaking under the weight of his grief.

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