Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 1113

Derrick slammed the newspaper onto the table, his eyes blazing with fury. "Find them. Trace the leak. I will not have outsiders dragging the Whitmore family name through the mud."

Foster was about to respond when Uriel finally spoke up. "Is there any point? What will finding them change? It is a fact that Sebastian is unconscious. Even if you drag the culprit here, will that make him wake up?"

"I still will not stand by while they bury my son alive in the press," Derrick snapped.

Uriel let out a sharp and mirthless laugh. "When a wall starts to crumble, everyone gives it a shove. That is how this world works. When you are on top, no one dares to breathe a word. The moment you stumble, they amplify every flaw. That is reality."

Derrick suppressed his anger and asked flatly, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Uriel finished her last bite of food. "Nothing. Let the world whisper. We only have thirty-five hours left. If Sebastian wakes up by then, the rumors will die a natural death. If he does not... then we face the truth of what comes next. It is as simple as that."

Her words cast a heavy pall of grief over the dining room. Everyone understood the weight of those thirty-five hours. If Sebastian did not open his eyes, Empire Group would face a cataclysmic crisis. The room fell into a suffocating silence as they considered the stakes.

Upstairs in the master bedroom.

Lilian was curled up on the sofa near the bed, her eyes fixed on the man’s sleeping face. He was as breathtaking as ever, but the vibrant life that usually radiated from him had vanished, leaving him deathly pale.

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