Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 70

The evening was growing late, and Greg couldn’t help but glance toward the entrance with a hint of impatience. “Why hasn’t Sebastian shown up yet?” he asked softly, his voice low enough not to disturb the ongoing chatter.

Jared hesitated before answering, a slight tension in his tone. “Dad, you know how Sebastian has been over the past few years. Ever since that incident, he’s kept to himself, avoiding gatherings like this. I even asked Felix to make sure he was informed about tonight.”

A shadow of pain flickered across Mr. Greg’s eyes as he sighed deeply, the weight of unspoken worries pressing down on him.

Felix, who had been standing nearby, suddenly smiled slyly. “I know exactly where he went—Solara.”

Greg’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Solara? Again? Didn’t he just return from there not long ago? Why would he go back so soon?”

Felix shrugged nonchalantly. “No idea. I only found out because I overheard Foster mentioning it.”

At that moment, two rows of men dressed in sharp black suits entered the banquet hall, each carrying intricately wrapped gift boxes. Behind them followed a man whose presence immediately commanded attention.

He wore a vintage double-breasted black suit that perfectly complemented his tall, slender frame. The deep green cufflinks caught the light from the chandeliers above, shining subtly yet elegantly without any hint of extravagance. His strikingly handsome face captivated everyone’s gaze, and a hush fell over the entire room.

“Grandfather, happy birthday,” Sebastian said with respectful warmth as he stepped forward. “I wish you endless prosperity and many more years of health.” Taking a box from Foster, he handed it to Greg. “I heard you enjoy ink scrolls. I hope this one pleases you.”

Greg accepted the gift with a genuine smile. “Sebastian, just having you here tonight means more than any present.”

Jared joined them, his voice tinged with encouragement. “You’ve been abroad for so long. Grandfather talks about you all the time—he’s been looking forward to this day.”

“I’m staying,” Sebastian replied quietly, his voice calm yet resolute, carrying a magnetic certainty.

When Greg carefully opened the box, the rich, earthy scent of ink filled the air. The scroll inside radiated an ancient dignity, and as he unfurled it, appreciative murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“A genuine masterpiece.”

“Worth more than gold.”

“You’d never find calligraphy like this at any auction.”

Greg stared at the scroll in astonishment, his eyes lingering on the delicate brushstrokes. “Sebastian… you really put a lot of thought into this.”

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