Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 614

**Chapter 614: Henry Pays a Visit**

The day had begun like any other, the sun casting a warm glow over the bustling schoolyard as Lilian stepped through the gates. Yet, as she emerged, the familiar rhythm of her routine was abruptly disrupted. A sleek, black car idled at the entrance, its polished surface shimmering like a dark jewel in the afternoon light. Leaning against the vehicle was a figure she recognized all too well—Henry. His demeanor was a curious blend of casualness and anxiety, an unsettling juxtaposition that piqued her interest.

“Lilian, are you finished with class?” he called out, a smile attempting to break through the tension. It was a smile that wavered, teetering on the edge between genuine warmth and awkwardness, as if he were unsure of how she would respond.

Lilian halted in her tracks, narrowing her eyes as she took in the sight of him. “Is there something you require, Mr. Henry?” she replied, her voice laced with skepticism. It had been ages since she had last seen him—since that extravagant celebration banquet that felt like a distant memory. Now, Henry appeared diminished, a mere shadow of the charismatic figure she once knew. The confidence that usually radiated from him had been replaced with an air of despondency, a disarray that spoke volumes of his internal struggles.

For a fleeting moment, the smile on Henry’s face faltered, revealing the cracks beneath his facade. “I just wanted to see you,” he said, his voice lacking the usual bravado. A palpable sense of shame clung to him like a heavy cloak, a constant reminder of his failures as a father.

With a dismissive flick of her wrist, Lilian replied, “Now that you’ve seen me, I have places to be if there’s nothing else. Not all of us have the luxury of time, Mr. Henry.” She turned away, the chill in the air echoing the frostiness of her demeanor.

But Henry was quick to seize her arm, his grip firm yet tinged with desperation. “Lilian, please don’t be like this. I came here because I genuinely want to talk.”

With a sharp tug, Lilian shook off his hand, irritation boiling beneath the surface. “If you have something to say, Mr. Henry, then just say it. There’s no need to grab me like that.”

Henry gestured toward a quaint coffee shop nearby, its warm glow a stark contrast to the coldness outside. “Let’s go inside and talk. It’s too chilly out here.”

After a moment of hesitation, curiosity nudged Lilian to relent. As they entered the cozy coffee shop, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them, wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. Henry wasted no time, ordering her a steaming cup, his eyes betraying a flicker of concern that only added to the tension hanging in the air.

With a tentative sip of her drink, Lilian fixed her gaze on him, her expression inscrutable. “What is it that you wish to discuss? I thought we had settled everything that needed settling. The accounts are closed, and the words have been spoken.”

Henry’s voice grew heavy, burdened by the weight of unspoken truths. “I know you harbor resentment toward me. You despise me for my inability to discern right from wrong, you blame me for your mother’s death, and you resent the life I’ve forced upon you. I understand all of that. But, Lilian, can’t you find it in your heart to give me a chance to make amends? You are my daughter, the daughter of both me and Catherine, after all.”

Lilian let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh that echoed through the coffee shop, drawing curious glances from nearby patrons. “Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to make it up to me, Mr. Henry? I’m all ears.”

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