Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 677

**Chapter 677: Natalie’s Condition**

The atmosphere in the room was thick with anxiety. Lilian couldn’t contain her disdain any longer. “It’s precisely because she hasn’t woken up yet that I must go upstairs and check on her. What kind of medication could keep her in such a deep slumber for this long? We’ve been conversing down here for what feels like ages, and still, she remains in a profound sleep,” she declared, her voice dripping with skepticism.

Spring, standing nearby, felt the weight of apprehension settle in her chest. Her faith in Lilian’s medical expertise was non-existent, and all she could do was fervently hope that their carefully laid plans wouldn’t fall apart. The tension was palpable, and she could sense the urgency in the air.

Theo, sensing the rising tension, stood up resolutely. “It’s alright,” he said, his tone calm yet firm. “A little less rest won’t make a significant difference. Since Lilian is here, perhaps she can indeed uncover what’s wrong. If Natalie improves, it will bring joy to all of us.” With that, he made his way upstairs, his footsteps echoing softly against the wooden stairs.

Ginnie felt powerless as she watched the group ascend, her heart heavy with worry.

Spring tugged gently at Ginnie’s sleeve, her eyes darting toward the stairs as if urging her to follow. Ginnie, feeling the weight of her daughter’s anxiety, gave her a comforting pat on the hand, trying to convey reassurance with a simple glance before she too followed the others.

As they reached Natalie’s bedroom, the moment the door creaked open, a pungent odor of medicine hit them like a wall. Lilian’s expression twisted into a frown, her instinctive reaction to the overwhelming scent.

When her gaze fell upon the figure lying on the bed, disbelief washed over her. “That’s Natalie?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to Jill, seeking confirmation.

Tears cascaded down Jill’s cheeks, her heart aching for her friend. “Yes, she is Natalie,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion.

Lilian approached the bedside with a heavy heart, her steps cautious as if she were entering a sacred space. The girl before her looked nothing like the vibrant, spirited Natalie she remembered. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles framing them like shadows of despair. Her lips were devoid of color, and her cheeks were gaunt, as if life itself had been drained from her. The sight of Natalie’s brittle hair and skeletal arms sent a shiver down Lilian’s spine; it was a stark contrast to the lively girl she had known just six months ago.

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