Chapter 519

How could her son keep speaking up for the Sullivan family?

The Sullivans shared no blood ties with her and her son.

How could they possibly treat them with genuine sincerity?

She looked at her son, a wave of disappointment washing over her.

Her vision even grew hazy.

Liam Sullivan had been waiting for this exact moment.

He suddenly rolled onto the floor.

He rolled right next to Patriarch Sullivan.

With a kick, he shoved Isabella Sullivan aside.

Then he grabbed the hand of the man who had been pointing a gun at the old man.

He twisted it hard.

The man's gun clattered to the floor.

The man was about to cry out.

But Liam had already snapped the bones in his wrist.

The man let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

The other men finally reacted.

They hurriedly raised their guns, aiming at Liam.

Vivian Bennett, who had been hiding beneath the windowsill waiting for her chance, didn't have time to think.

Without hesitation, she raised both hands.

She swiftly pulled the triggers.

Two men fell to the ground with thuds.

There had originally been four men inside.

Three were now incapacitated.

The remaining one, seeing the situation turn bad, spun around and fled toward the door.

Liam pulled out his own gun.

He aimed at the man's head.

One shot.

Blood sprayed.

The man collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

Vivian gasped, a cold chill running down her spine.

Fear showed on her face.

But seeing Liam unharmed, she let out a sigh of relief.

She hurried over to help Patriarch Sullivan up.

Then she turned to Liam, her voice angry.

"You knew it was a trap! Why didn't you bring backup? That was so reckless just now! What if you'd been shot? Luckily, I was hiding in the back covering you, otherwise you'd be full of holes right now!"

Had Liam been driven insane by the provocation?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she felt.

Her heart was full of resentment.

Seeing her, Liam felt a warmth spread through his chest.

He reached out and touched her face, which was both scared and angry.

Finally, a smile appeared on his lips.

"I told you I couldn't bear to die. How could I let myself become a sieve? Don't be angry. Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"You almost weren't fine! You're not alone anymore. What would I do if you died?" Vivian glared at him.

Her heart was still racing.

Remembering his car accident on the road earlier, and now this dangerous stunt.

How could she not be afraid?

Actually, he and Isabella were quite similar.

Both were stubborn to the point of madness.

Once their desires were thwarted, they would go crazy.

Isabella's madness was about harming others.

Taking revenge on people to satisfy her twisted psyche.

But Liam.

He would self-harm.

Hurting himself to numb the pain.

Vivian was moved by his devotion.

But she also found it oppressive and frightening.

He had made her his entire world.

If he ever lost her one day.

He would lose his mind.

She was terrified of that.

Liam poked her forehead.

He glared back at her, exasperated. "Did you really think I was that impulsive? I spotted you hiding there a long time ago. I knew once I made my move, you'd provide cover. That's why I took the risk to rescue him. See? We coordinated perfectly, didn't we?"

So that was it.

Vivian's expression softened a little.

Liam's alertness was indeed high.

Everyone else present had been focused on the unfolding drama.

No one had noticed her sneaking in.

Only he, without giving anything away, had known all along.

This guy's eyes were really sharp.

Too perceptive.

"Don't move! Don't think just because they're dead, you can escape!" Isabella, seeing all her men killed, grew even more deranged in her desperation.

She gripped her pistol, aiming it at Liam.

She screamed hoarsely.