Chapter 82
The Heiress Reborn with A Mystic Space
Chapter 82 The Lincolns of Sandy River
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The interior of the Lincoln family estate was anything but ostentatious. Instead of modern luxury, the décor retained a classical, almost ancient elegance. Every piece bore the weight of age-slightly worn, yet filled with the warmth and charm of history.
They ascended the spiral staircase to the second floor.
Quinton led Lilian into the study.
One entire wall was lined with neatly arranged bookshelves, filled with an impressive collection of literature. Framed photographs of Mr. Quinton from various periods of his life were placed throughout the room, revealing a man of thoughtful and meticulous living.
The wide desk held only a complete set of calligraphy brushes and an inkstone. No unnecessary decorations cluttered the space-just the scent of paper and ink, giving the room a scholarly atmosphere.
Lilian couldn’t help but be surprised. For a family as powerful as the Lincolns in Sandy River, this understated elegance was completely unexpected.
Quinton Lincoln took his seat behind the desk. Lilian sat down on the only couch and got straight to the point. “Mr. Quinton, may I ask who needs treatment p>
Quinton chuckled. “You really don’t like beating around the bush, do you? Very well. It’s my eldest grandson, Jimmy Lincoln. He’s the son of my second son p>
He sighed. “His parents died in a car crash when he was very young, so I raised him myself. But three months ago, he suddenly fell into a coma.
“I brought in the top medical teams from both home and abroad—everyone I could find. But none of them could identify the problem. Nothing turned up p>
“What happened next?” Lilian asked.
Quinton’s eyes dimmed. “Eventually, we found out his coma wasn’t due to illness-it was caused deliberately. I sent people to investigate.
“But before we found anything, my eldest son also fell into a coma under the same mysterious circumstances. I’ve lived a long life, and I’ve never knowingly done harm to anyone… but now all this is happening, and I don’t have a clue why. In the end, I had no choice but to reach out to Leonard p>
Lilian looked at the old man. His sorrow was genuine-eyes red, pain etched into his face. In that moment, he wasn’t the richest man in Sandy River, He was just a grandfather, a father, desperate to save the people he loved.
She took a sip of tea, then calmly said, “Mr. Quinton, with all due respect-even if I can wake your grandson and son, it won’t matter unless the culprit is found. Whoever did this could strike again p>
Quinton steadied himself and nodded. “I understand. But the longer they remain unconscious, the lower their chances of waking up. So I hope you’ll save them. I’ll do everything in my power to uncover the truth p>
Lilian fell silent for a moment before replying in a clear voice, “Very well. When do we begin p>
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Quinton glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s already late. Let’s start tomorrow. You’ve been flying all day- you must be tired p>
Lilian nodded. “Alright. Tomorrow it is p>
The next morning, soft sunlight spilled into the bedroom. A gentle breeze lifted the curtains, and a pale blue glow swirled around Lilian as she sat cross-legged in meditation. As the final cycle of energy completed, she slowly opened her eyes, the light reflecting in her gaze like a clear lake at dawn.
After washing up, she made her way downstairs.
The butler, Moses, was momentarily stunned as she descended. Everyone seated at the breakfast table turned to look.
Her delicate features and ethereal presence left them speechless. Her long, wavy hair flowed freely over her shoulders, and her quiet confidence made her seem untouchable.
Mr. Quinton smiled warmly. “Lilian, come eat p>
Lilian sat down beside him, nodding politely to the others at the table.
“Sir, who is this young lady?” a woman seated across from her asked, eyes locked on Lilian.
Lilian glanced over. The woman looked to be around thirty, with not a trace of age on her flawless face. Her allure was undeniable, enhanced by a deep red cheongsam that hugged her figure in all the right places.
“Yeah, Dad, where’d you find such a pretty girl?” asked the man beside her. He had a refined look, gold- rimmed glasses lending him a scholarly air—but the sly glint in his eyes and playful smirk gave him a more roguish edge.
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