Still, the overwhelming grief was impossible to suppress.
Old Mrs. Blake accepted a tissue, wiping her tears and taking a moment to steady her emotions.
Old Mr. Blake spoke up. "I have already given Sebastian an ultimatum. He is to deal with that shameless mother of his and divorce that vicious woman, Bella Ward. If he fails to do so and insists on protecting those two women, I will strike his name from the Blake family entirely. He needs to weigh the consequences carefully. As for what comes next, he will have to handle it himself. Lillian, look, you and Sebastian..."
It seemed Old Mr. Blake was still clinging to a sliver of hope. But before he could even finish his sentence, the moment he mentioned her and Sebastian in the same breath, Lillian interrupted him without hesitation. It might have been slightly impolite, but there were some things she had to make crystal clear.
"Old Mr. Blake, I have long since moved on and started a new life," she said firmly. "I am completely content with everything I have now. You saw the man who was just here. His name is Leonard Prescott. He is my boyfriend. As you both know, I was severely ill before. I deeply appreciate the effort you put into helping me find medical care. I'm sure you also know how terribly critical my condition was.
"Yet, I am able to sit here perfectly fine today because he is the one who saved my life. And we aren't together just out of gratitude. It was destiny. He and I are bound together, sharing one life. The reasons might be hard for you to understand, but he is unquestionably more suited to stand by my side than Sebastian ever was.
"In fact, it isn't even a matter of suitability. Sebastian Blake simply isn't worth my love. Ending a toxic relationship and correcting a misguided path in life—that, to me, is a rebirth. I hope you two can let go of this false hope as soon as possible and stop holding onto any illusions. Sebastian and I are impossible.

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