Chapter 373
Albert Sullivan froze in place.
Sylvia Sullivan had to pull him hard before he stumbled backward.
His gaze remained fixed on the two small dogs.
Staff placed the dogs into white bags.
The sound of zippers was piercing.
Every member of the Sullivan family was under suspicion.
The Patriarch was paranoid.
He would rather kill by mistake than let anyone go.
The autopsy report came out the next day.
Both dogs had been injected with a strange drug.
A specific scent triggered its effects.
When activated, they would viciously attack their target.
Albert trembled all over.
He wanted to skin the culprit with his own hands.
But there was a puzzling point.
Shadow only attacked Vivian Bennett.
Yet Snowball even bit its owner.
He suddenly remembered grabbing at it.
That was why it went mad and attacked.
Who was really behind this?
The Sullivan family was thrown into panic.
Steward found syringes and needles in Isabella Sullivan's room.
The Patriarch did not publicize it.
He instructed the steward to send them for testing quietly.
Animal Control confirmed the drug.
The investigation revealed Isabella had purchased the medication.
The evidence was laid bare.
The Patriarch locked himself in his study for a long time.
Snowball had been injected with an excessive dose.
Isabella's hands and arms were severely mauled.
It would be difficult for them to fully recover.
The scar on her mouth would require plastic surgery.
Albert knew Vivian had set it up.
He wished he could go to the hospital and kill her.
But she had already been sent abroad.
He was furious but powerless.
He moped around all day.
He suddenly fell seriously ill.
Vivian's face did not bear any scars.
She had returned to work long ago.
She had lived at Liam Sullivan's villa for a month.
She never expected Isabella would harm others and end up harming herself.
Isabella was clever.
She might have discovered her relationship with Liam.
But self-sabotage was too extreme.
So cruel and bloody.
Who was secretly helping her get revenge?
Liam noticed Vivian had not returned to the villa.
He felt somewhat annoyed.
But he had social engagements and did not say much.
Late on a cold winter night, the north wind howled.
After his social event ended, he told his driver to go to the gated community where Vivian rented.
A faint light glowed in one of the rooms.
He imagined her lying lazily on the bed.
The corner of his mouth curved upward.
He dialed the number memorized in his heart.
Vivian was sleeping groggily.
The phone by her bed rang.
She fumbled for her phone without looking.
Her voice was muffled. "Hello? Who is this?"