Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 8

After leaving Blackwood Mountains, Lilian followed her mentor’s instructions and made her way to the Carter family estate in Ravenshire.

The Carter family held a prestigious position among Ravenshire’s elite. Their influence was such that even the slightest move could send tremors through the upper echelons of society.

The current head of the family, Simon, had held high office for many years but was known for his unusually low profile. What truly made people envy him, though, was his deep devotion to his wife. Their love story had become the stuff of legend.

It was said that Simon spent all his spare time with his wife, turning down countless social invitations. No matter how many sought to win his favor, he simply wasn’t interested.

The gate to the Carter Residence was made of ornately carved wood—lavish, yet tasteful. At the sight, Lilian couldn’t help but silently admire their sense of style.

She followed the butler through the gates and into the courtyard, which was laid out in an elegant, balanced fashion. Even in the smallest details, Lilian could see thoughtful touches clearly made with the lady of the house in mind.

Inside the main residence, Simon awaited them.

He wore a gentle smile and gave off an air of kindness, though a trace of authority lingered between his brows—the quiet dignity of someone long accustomed to power.

Simon was familiar with Leonard’s medical prowess, and he had also heard whispers of Lilian’s rising reputation over the past few years.

Still, this was the first time he’d met her in person.

When she walked in, poised and calm, her eyes as clear and still as a lake, Simon found himself impressed. “Ms. Harrington, at last, you’re here.”

“Mr. Simon. Sorry to keep you waiting.” Lilian gave him a polite nod, her smile measured and professional. Without wasting words, she got straight to the point. “Let’s skip the pleasantries—take me to see Madam Elena.”

Simon was momentarily stunned, then burst into hearty laughter. “You’re a lot like Leonard.”

He genuinely admired her directness. After being surrounded for years by sycophants and flatterers, Lilian’s frankness was refreshing.

At his signal, a servant wheeled out Madam Elena—and Lilian couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Even seated in a wheelchair, and despite being past forty, Madam Elena had a quiet brilliance in her eyes, a serene detachment from the world that commanded respect.

“You must be Miss Lilian,” Madam Elena said with a soft, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry you had to come all this way for my useless legs.”

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