The Heiress Reborn With A Mystic Space (Lillian) novel Chapter 972

Chapter 972 The Public Narrative

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Sebastian sat beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her calm face. “Are you sure you want to wait? If we let these comments keep spiraling, the story is going to be completely warped within the next forty–eight hours.”

Lilian’s smile was sharp and mocking. “Yes, we wait. If the Sorens love telling stories so much, let them. I want to see exactly how far they’re willing to go to paint me as a villain. Even if we put the truth out now, it wouldn’t make much of a dent. People would just think I’m making excuses to save my reputation. Why bother explaining myself? I’d rather wait until this hits a fever pitch. Let them use every trick they have, and then I’ll deal with all of it at once.”

Foster, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. “I think she’s right. The public is at its peak of outrage right now. Any response we give would be dismissed as a PR stunt. It’s better to let the Sorens exhaust their options. Once they’ve run out of ammunition, we strike back. Facts speak louder than words, and once we break their narrative, the tide will turn in our favor instantly.”

Sebastian’s gaze was full of concern. “But that means you have to endure even more of this. I hate seeing you take this kind of abuse. I promised Merrick I’d protect you; if I let this go on, I’m breaking my word.”

Lilian looked up into his eyes, set her tablet aside, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “As long as you’re with me, I don’t feel like I’m losing anything. I’m sure Grandpa will understand why I’m doing this. And if he does get mad at you, I’ll protect you, okay?”

Sebastian sighed, a helpless but fond look on his face. “I really can’t say no to you.” He turned to Foster and gave his orders. “Keep the media teams on high alert. I want to know the second the narrative shifts. And track down every single person who posted those threads. I don’t care if they were just following orders; they made a choice, and they’re going to deal with the consequences.”

“Understood,” Foster said before quickly heading out.

Just then, Lilian’s phone began to buzz on the table. She glanced at the screen and let out a cold laugh. “Rowan. He really can’t help himself, can he? He’s already calling to gloat.”

She hit the speakerphone, and Rowan’s smug voice filled the room. “How are things on your end? Holding up okay?”

Lilian’s laugh was pure sarcasm. “With all the ‘attention‘ you’ve been giving me, I’m doing great. Honestly, I should thank you for everything you’ve done. I’m truly touched.”

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