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The Billionaire's Last Obsession series 85 Summary The grand hall was filled with tension as the household gathered, their expressions ranging from suspicion to hostility upon Lilian's arrival. Lily and Misty openly mocked and resented her, accusing her of being a con artist and blaming her for meddling with family matters. Justin, Barry's son, intervened to defend Lilian, which only intensified the conflict between the characters. Lilian maintained her composure, calmly ordering food from the butler Hubert as if she belonged in the household.

Misty's frustration grew, and she insulted Lilian's background, provoking Lilian to approach her with a cold, piercing gaze. Lilian's unexpected gesture of tucking Misty's hair behind her ear was unsettling, followed by a sharp rebuke that stripped away Misty's pride in her family name, calling her a parasite living off the Lincoln legacy. Mr. Quinton then appeared, supporting Lilian's words and reminding everyone that without the family name, Misty was nothing. The atmosphere remained heavy and silent until a sudden announcement that Jimmy was awake broke the tension.

The room froze as Lily accidentally dropped her coffee cup in shock. Mr. Quinton quickly went to Jimmy's room with Lilian following, prompting the others to hurry after them. Upstairs, Jimmy slowly regained consciousness, comforted by the familiar scent of herbal medicine and gentle care. Lilian assured Mr. Quinton that Jimmy's recovery was underway and that with rest, he would fully recover from the poisoning. Mr. Quinton expressed deep gratitude to Lilian for her role in Jimmy's survival. Jimmy, though weak, thanked Lilian, who humbly redirected the gratitude to Mr. Quinton.

As Jimmy's condition remained delicate, Mr. Quinton sent the others away to allow Jimmy to rest peacefully, ending the chapter on a hopeful but fragile note. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below The atmosphere in the grand hall was thick with tension-some people waited nervously, their faces tight with anticipation; others wore sly, mocking grins, while a few barely concealed their delight at the unfolding drama. Lilian had spent the entire afternoon asleep, finally stirring awake as dusk settled outside. When she stepped out of her room, she found the entire household gathered downstairs.

The moment she appeared, every pair of eyes locked onto her-some filled with suspicion, others with thinly veiled hostility. "Well, if it isn't Miss Lilian," Lily sneered, her voice laced with biting sarcasm. "So, how's Jimmy doing these days?" Misty chimed in, her tone dripping with contempt. "Yeah, thank God we didn't let her anywhere near my dad. Who knows what might have happened if she had?" Before Lilian could respond, a sharp voice cut through the room. "Misty, enough." The words came from a tall, well-built man whose handsome features carried an air of maturity beyond his years.

His piercing eyes commanded attention, and Lilian instantly recognized him-this was Justin, Barry's son. Misty shot him a hurt look. "How can you take her side? She's nothing but a con artist! Grandpa must have been fooled. Even the best specialists found nothing wrong, yet this nobody claims otherwise?" Lilian chose to ignore the jab and moved calmly toward the dining area. "Hubert," she called to the butler, her voice steady, "please prepare sweet and sour ribs, braised yellow croaker, and stir-fried greens. Thank you." Hubert gave a respectful nod and promptly headed to the kitchen. Mr.

Quinton had been very clear: anything Lilian requested, she was to receive immediately. Misty's frustration boiled over. Watching Lilian casually command the staff, as if she owned the entire estate, was unbearable. "Who do you think you are, ordering Hubert around? You're nothing but a stray mutt without a single shred of background!" Lilian turned sharply and began to approach Misty, her gaze cold and razor-sharp. "W-what are you doing?" Misty stammered, instinctively stepping back. Lilian stopped right in front of her.

The soft glow of the chandelier above cast a gentle light, making her star-like eyes shimmer with an unsettling calm. Leaning in slightly, she reached out and tucked a stray strand of Misty's hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. "Nothing much," Lilian said quietly. "I just wanted a closer look at the so-called heiress of the Lincoln family. Honestly, you're quite underwhelming. Here's a piece of advice: don't go around claiming you're the young miss of the Lincoln family. It might just embarrass Mr.

Quinton." "You bitch!" Misty snapped, slapping Lilian's hand away. "How dare you lecture me!" Lilian straightened, pulling a tissue from her pocket to slowly wipe her fingers. Her voice turned icy. "Don't think that being born into the Lincoln family makes you better than anyone else. Strip away the name, and you're just a parasite living off someone else's fame. Without that title, you're nothing. So, lose the inflated ego. To me, you don't even matter." Before Misty could fire back, Mr. Quinton appeared from the study.

His voice was sharp and authoritative, slicing through the tension like a knife. "Lilian is right. The Lincoln name has given you everything. Without it, you are nothing. So stop pretending you're royalty." He took his seat at the head of the table, where the butler immediately served him. Lilian joined him quietly, and the two began to eat in silence. No one else dared break the heavy stillness. Suddenly, a voice rang out from upstairs: "Sir! Mr. Jiminy is awake! He's awake!" The entire room froze in place.

Lily's hand trembled, causing the coffee cup she held to slip and shatter on the floor. Mr. Quinton shot her a long, unreadable glance before rising swiftly and heading toward Jimmy's room, Lilian close behind. The others snapped out of their trance and hurried after them. Upstairs, Jimmy stirred, still groggy. He could hear faint footsteps around him, but it was the soft scent of herbal medicine and the gentle touch on his wrist that brought him comfort. The touch faded, and he struggled to open his eyes. Lilian stood nearby and turned to Mr. Quinton. "It's over.

The remaining traces of poison will flush out naturally. With a month of rest, he should make a full recovery." Mr. Quinton hurried to Jimmy's bedside, his voice trembling with emotion. "Jimmy! How do you feel?" Jimmy's voice was weak and hoarse. "Grandpa... how long have I been asleep?" "Almost three months. Thank heavens for Lilian-if it weren't for her, I don't know how I would have faced your parents," Mr. Quinton said, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Jimmy turned his gaze to Lilian. "Thank you." She offered a faint, tired smile. "No need to thank me. Waking up is thanks enough.

If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Quinton. He's done everything for you." Jimmy nodded and looked back at his grandfather. "Then please, Grandpa-thank her for me." Given Jimmy's fragile state, Mr. Quinton instructed everyone else to leave the room, ensuring that Jimmy could rest peacefully without disturbance. Conclusion The chapter closes on a poignant note, illustrating the fragile balance between resentment and reconciliation within the household.

Lilian's calm strength and quiet command contrast sharply with the hostility she faces, revealing her resilience and the shifting dynamics of power and respect. The tension between the characters underscores themes of identity, worth beyond lineage, and the complexity of family bonds that are tested but not broken. At the heart of the chapter lies a moment of hope and renewal as Jimmy awakens, symbolizing a chance for healing and new beginnings. Lilian's role as a caretaker and protector is affirmed, not through birthright but through her actions and compassion.

The uneasy truce that has settled over the family may soon give way to new conflicts, with old wounds and hidden resentments bubbling just beneath the surface. Emotions will run high as characters grapple with their shifting roles and loyalties, and the true nature of Lilian's connection to the family could come under scrutiny. The delicate balance between power, trust, and betrayal hangs by a thread, and readers will find themselves drawn into the intricate web of relationships that define this household.

Expect moments of vulnerability, surprising alliances, and the subtle unraveling of secrets that could change everything. Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.