Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 91

Foster wasted no time in delivering the investigation findings to Sebastian, his urgency palpable.

Sebastian scanned the report with a steely gaze, then spoke in a voice as cold and sharp as ice, “Let’s move. Some people need to face the consequences.”

Though his tone was calm, Foster knew better—it was just the eerie stillness before the storm broke loose.

Meanwhile, the aftermath of the explosion had left Lillan gravely injured. Though she had been pulled into the safety of the space, her body bore severe trauma, and she lay unconscious, caught in a deep, unnatural slumber.

Nearby, the little fox and Blue paced nervously, their worry etched on their faces.

“What should we do? Will Mom ever wake up?” the little fox asked, crouching beside Lillan’s motionless form.

Blue’s eyes never left Lillan’s pale face. “She will. Her body’s already been strengthened. She’s healing on her own—it’s just that she’s in a very deep sleep right now.”

A flicker of relief softened the little fox’s features. “But when will she open her eyes?”

Blue shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. We just have to wait patiently.”

So, with heavy hearts, the two kept vigil, sitting silently by her side, their eyes full of hope and fear.

At the old Lincoln estate, the entire family gathered around the dinner table, but the atmosphere was thick with tension. Not a single soul dared to break the oppressive silence that had settled over them. It had been two days since the bodies were recovered, yet only a few scattered fragments had been found—no other trace remained.

Despite the grim uncertainty, everyone had already accepted the harsh truth: the girl’s remains were likely lost forever.

Suddenly, the butler burst into the room, panic evident in his voice. “Sir! Someone has broken into the estate!”

Mr. Quinton’s eyes widened in alarm. Without hesitation, he rushed toward the door, the others following closely behind.

Outside, a convoy of sleek black cars pulled up sharply in front of the grand entrance. Men dressed in black swiftly emerged, moving with precise coordination before opening the door of the central vehicle.

A man stepped out, his stride confident and measured. His dark, piercing eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to freeze the very air around him. The aura he exuded was suffocating, almost overwhelming.

Mr. Quinton fixed him with a sharp glare. “May I ask what business brings you here? I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”

Sebastian, hands casually tucked into his pockets, returned the stare with icy disdain. A cruel, bloodthirsty smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Despite having been awake for more than a day, he showed no signs of fatigue—in fact, he seemed more dangerous than ever.

“Take them.”

At his command, the men in black immediately advanced toward Misty and Lily.

The two girls panicked, scrambling behind Mr. Quinton. “What are you doing? Why are you trying to take us? Grandpa, help!”

Mr. Quinton’s confusion deepened as he watched the scene unfold. “May I ask what this is about?” he demanded.

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