Chapter 556

Liam Sullivan pushed the door open and entered the apartment late at night.

Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a dim, yellowish light.

Vivian Bennett had just stepped into the bathroom. The sound of running water was faint.

He loosened his tie, his gaze falling on the bag she had casually left on the sofa.

A phone ringtone cut through the silence abruptly.

Liam walked over and took the phone from her bag.

The screen displayed "Sophia Miller."

He didn't answer.

Just as he was about to put it back, a white business card slipped out from an inner compartment.

Liam picked it up, his fingers rubbing the edge of the card.

The design was very ordinary, bearing only a name and a phone number.

He stared at the string of digits for a few seconds before tucking the card back where it came from.

Then, he sent a text message to Ryan Johnson.

The bathroom door opened.

Vivian walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair still dripping.

She saw Liam sitting on the sofa, his back looking somewhat stiff.

"What are you spacing out about?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pressing her cheek against the side of his ear.

Liam grasped her hand.

His palm was warm.

"Thinking of you."

His voice was low and husky.

Vivian chuckled softly and kissed him on the cheek.

"Go take a shower."

Liam stood up and headed towards the bathroom.

"Sophia Miller just called you."

He looked back and said.

"Oh."

Vivian picked up her phone and called back.

The call connected quickly.

"Vivian Bennett! You actually didn't answer my call!"

Sophia's voice practically pierced through the receiver.

Vivian held the phone slightly away from her ear.

"I was just taking a shower."

"Come shopping with me tomorrow? I'm so bored I'm getting sick."

"Sure."

They chatted for about ten minutes.

After hanging up, Vivian glanced towards the bathroom.

The sound of water was still running.

She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Albert Sullivan stared at the report in his hand, his fingertips trembling.

The second DNA test result was exactly the same as the first.

Vivian Bennett was truly his daughter.

This fact felt like a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting into his heart.

For over twenty years of amnesia, he had lived carefree and oblivious.

Now that his memories had returned, the pain had returned with them.

He couldn't eat. He couldn't sleep.

In just one week, he had lost a full eight pounds.

Sylvia Sullivan watched his sunken cheeks, her anxiety bringing tears to her eyes.

"Please go see a doctor. I'm begging you."

Albert shook his head.

"I'm fine."

His voice was dry and raspy.

When Patriarch Sullivan arrived, Albert was sitting on the balcony, lost in thought.

"Albert."

The old man sat down opposite him.

Albert snapped out of his daze and forced a weak smile.

"Brother."

"You haven't been yourself lately." The old man picked up a teacup, his gaze sharp. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Albert's fingers curled slightly.

"What could I possibly be hiding? I'm just bored and want to find something to do."

"You want to return to the company?"

"Yes."

The old man fell silent for a moment.

"Your health isn't fully recovered yet. There's no rush."

Albert didn't say anything more.

He knew his brother wouldn't agree.

The next morning, Vivian walked to the company.

As she neared the Sullivan Group building, she spotted a familiar figure.

Matthew Klein sat in a wheelchair, being pushed by an assistant.

The two met at the intersection.

Vivian stopped.

"Uncle."

She greeted him with a smile.

Matthew looked up, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"It's you, young lady."

His voice was gentle.

"Is your leg bothering you?" Vivian noticed the slight furrow in his brow.

"An old problem. It aches whenever the weather changes."

Vivian crouched down.

"Let me take a look?"

She gently lifted the hem of his trousers.

The next second, her breath caught.

Both legs were amputated. The healed wounds were a dark reddish color.

Vivian suppressed the shock in her heart.

"Is it painful here?"

She lightly pressed the residual end of his left leg.

Matthew nodded.

"Like being pricked with needles."

"It might be because of the weather." Vivian stood up. "I'll go to the pharmacy and get you some ointment. Applying it might help."

She turned to leave.

Matthew called out to stop her.

"Don't trouble yourself, young lady."

"It's no trouble."

Vivian walked briskly towards the pharmacy on the street corner.

Matthew watched her retreating figure, his expression complex.

The assistant asked quietly, "Sir, shall we wait for her?"

"Wait."

Matthew said.