Chapter 517

"Shut up! Don't you dare curse him." The ferocity in Isabella Sullivan's eyes vanished abruptly, replaced by a soft glow.

Her voice gentled.

"He is the only family I have left in this world. I will not allow anything to happen to him."

Her gaze drifted into the distance, tinged with longing.

"As long as you do as I say, Leo and I can live a peaceful, happy life from now on."

Liam Sullivan let out a low chuckle.

The laugh was laced with undisguised pity.

"But I've heard that if you do enough evil, retribution will come eventually."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Your retribution is long overdue."

His smile was both mocking and bleak.

He had come alone after all, yet Isabella still chose this path of no return.

"What do you mean?" Seeing his confident, scornful expression, a heavy dread coiled around Isabella's heart like a vine.

"Leo is with me." Liam's voice was icy and clear, his face like frost.

Isabella's pupils contracted violently.

Her entire body trembled.

The triumph and malice from moments ago shattered instantly.

Shock and panic flooded her face.

Her eyes, sharp as knives, glared at him.

She shrieked, "You... what do you want? You won't even spare a child? Are you even human?"

Her face contorted, monstrous as a demon, baring its fangs as if ready to pounce and tear.

Dead silence filled the room.

Only Isabella's maddened screams echoed.

Liam merely glanced at her indifferently from the side.

His lofty posture was like a demon king looking down upon a struggling insect.

Shadow fell across his profile.

His handsome face was half in light, half in shadow, exuding an eerie, sinister aura.

The corner of his thin lips lifted into a wanton smile.

It was like a blood-red rose blooming behind a demon.

It bloomed seductively, gorgeous yet sinister, permeated with the scent of death.

His voice was soft, casual.

"Despite being so busy, I still made a special effort to have him brought back to see you."

He paused, his smile deepening.

"See how good I am to you and your son? Shouldn't you be grateful?"

Isabella's expression grew even more twisted.

Hatred and fear intertwined as she stared fixedly at his smile.

"Where is Leo? Give him to me now!"

"Put down the gun. Go and turn yourself in obediently." Liam sighed softly, as if regretful.

A look of pity fell upon her frenzied face.

"I'll naturally let you see him then."

"Liam Sullivan, you devil! Give me back my son! Or I'll kill him!" Isabella's eyes were bloodshot, her emotions completely out of control.

The gun muzzle swung sharply toward Patriarch Sullivan.

The old man had long been crushed by this tragic turn of events.

Tears streamed down his aged face.

His intentions had been good.

He wanted the remaining blood of the family to reunite.

He never imagined he would invite a wolf into the house, harming Liam instead.

This adopted granddaughter, who had spoken of repentance and pretended to be pitiful, had only been using him.

She even intended to harm his only grandson.

He was old.

He only hoped the Sullivan family wouldn't wither away completely.

That's why he had allowed Isabella to return.

But now, he had pushed Liam into an even deeper abyss.

To face the hatred and gun of the sister he grew up with... the old man's heart felt as if pierced by knives.

Was this the Sullivan family's tragedy?

A destined calamity?

Or a sin he himself had created?

Disheartened and overwhelmed by guilt, he felt he had no face left to live in this world.