Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 834

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Chapter 834 The Discussion

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Fawks frowned, his expression growing uneasy. “Making him rot in a cell might be harder than you think. He shot Leonard, but since Leonard is currently alive–albeit in a coma–it can only be classified as assault with intent to do grievous bodily harm. As for the captive researchers, they haven’t suffered significant physical injuries, so those charges won’t carry a life sentence either. At most, he’s looking at ten to fifteen years.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened with a predatory coldness. “Is that so? In that case, we’ll make sure he’s well ‘looked after‘ once he’s inside. Otherwise, how could I possibly repay him for everything he put Lillian through?”

“Understood. I know exactly what to do,” Fawks said with a knowing smile. “Though, I’m finally beginning to see where Lillian gets her calculating and vengeful streak. It really is a case of like attracts like; you two are cut from the same cloth. I honestly wonder, if you two ever became rivals, who would come out on top?”

“She would,” Sebastian replied without a second’s hesitation.

Fawks raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

A trace of bitterness flickered in Sebastian’s obsidian eyes. “Because I could never bring myself to let her lose.” If he had his way, he would shoulder every tear and every ounce of pain for her, leaving her life filled with nothing but sunlight and laughter.

Fawks noted the tenderness in the man’s gaze. “Right, I see. Lillian is the one line no one can cross. George brought this on himself; he simply had the misfortune of provoking the one person he should have feared most.”

“Keep a close eye on George’s situation,” Sebastian said, his brow furrowing slightly. “Don’t give them a moment to breathe. Lillian isn’t doing well, so I won’t have the energy to focus on the legalities. Push the authorities–don’t let them stall.”

Fawks nodded. “Rest assured, I know the drill. You focus on taking care of Lillian. Radovia will have a verdict within three days at the latest.”

“I understand,” Sebastian said quietly.

After Fawks left, Sebastian returned to the bedroom. Lillian was still deep in sleep, though her brow was furrowed as if she were trapped in an unpleasant dream.

Sebastian lay down beside her, his movements light and careful. He watched her quiet face, his voice thick with heartache. “Lillian… how am I supposed to protect you? Is the only way to keep you safe to lock you away in my own world, far from any possible harm?”

His soft whisper seemed to drift and vanish in the silent room.

Lillian didn’t wake until the following morning.

Sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, casting a warm, golden glow across every corner of the suite. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, realizing this must be where Sebastian had been staying; the air carried his familiar, comforting scent.

A moment later, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Sebastian walked in, dressed in a crisp white shirt. The diamond cufflinks at his wrists caught the light, sparkling brilliantly. When he saw her sitting up, a wave of relief and joy washed over his face. He hurried to the bedside.

“Lillian,” he said softly, “how are you feeling? Is anything hurting?”

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