Chapter 634

Three in the afternoon.

Liam Sullivan's figure appeared at the far end of the hospital corridor.

The attending physician had been waiting for some time.

"Mr. Sullivan, this way, please."

The door to the intensive care unit slid open silently.

A person lay on the hospital bed.

Luna Clark.

Her eyes were closed tightly.

Her face was as pale as paper.

Her breathing was so faint the rise and fall of her chest was almost imperceptible.

Liam stood still beside the bed.

He stared at that face for a long time.

"What happened?"

The doctor lowered his voice.

"Four days ago, sanitation workers found a burlap sack at the city's west garbage dump."

"They opened it. Inside was a woman."

"She was still breathing, but unconscious."

"We initiated emergency treatment immediately."

"Four days and she still hasn't woken up?"

"We detected a high concentration of neurotoxin in her system." The doctor's expression was grave.

"The dosage was enough to be lethal."

"When she arrived, she was already showing signs of organ failure."

"We performed emergency dialysis."

"We cleared a portion of the toxin, but some residue remains."

"We estimate it will take another two days for her to regain full consciousness."

Liam's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

He had guessed Luna Clark's reappearance wasn't simple.

But he hadn't expected the other party to be this ruthless.

Use her, then silence her.

And meticulously stage a "suicide over love" drama.

He looked at the pale, haggard face on the bed.

Complex emotions welled up in his heart.

Pity.

Heartache.

And an inescapable sense of guilt.

What had she been through all these years?

After that incident, had she been living in the shadows?

Now she reappeared, only to be a pawn in someone else's hands.

Used.

Harmed.

Almost losing her life.

If back then...

If back then he hadn't treated her in that extreme way.

If he hadn't pushed her to the brink.

Perhaps none of today's events would have happened.

He was the one who personally pushed her into the abyss.

This responsibility, he couldn't escape.

"Doctor." Liam suddenly spoke.

"I want to arrange a DNA test."

That night.

A private jet landed on the island's airstrip.

Liam descended the boarding stairs.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, brushed against his face.

His mood was heavy.

Everything he saw at the hospital that afternoon still swirled in his mind.

Luna Clark's pale face.

The doctor's serious expression.

That DNA sample about to be sent for testing.

He entered the villa.

Warm, yellow light illuminated the living room.

Vivian Bennett sat on the sofa.

She wasn't watching TV.

She wasn't reading a book.

She just sat there quietly, as if waiting for him.

Liam took off his jacket and walked over.

"Have you eaten?"

Vivian looked up.

Her gaze was cold.

"Liam Sullivan, how long do you plan to keep me locked up here?"

Liam sat down beside her.

"Isn't this place good? Quiet. Comfortable. No disturbances."

"Didn't you always want to live a life like this?"

"And then wait for you to come favor me every night?" Vivian's lips twisted into a faint, bitter smile.

"Liam Sullivan, do you think you're an emperor?"

Liam's expression darkened.

"Do you have to speak like this?"

"Am I wrong?" Vivian stood up, looking down at him.

"I don't obey, so you lock me up here."

"You come when you're happy. You leave when you're not."

"What's the difference between this and how ancient emperors treated their concubines?"

"Vivian!"

"What? Did I hit a nerve?" She sneered.

"Liam Sullivan, you're always like this."

"You only ever consider your own feelings."

"You always think others should live according to your will."

Liam stood up as well.

The two faced each other.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze.

Only the wall clock ticked softly.

"I'm not in a good mood today." Liam took a deep breath.

"I don't want to argue with you."

"Then let me go." Vivian stared at him.

"I'll leave right now. I promise I won't bother you."

"Impossible."

"Why?" Vivian's voice rose.

"Liam Sullivan, what exactly do you want?"

"What good does keeping me trapped here do for you?"

Liam looked at her.

At her cheeks flushed with agitation.

At the anger and grievance flickering in her eyes.

He suddenly remembered Luna Clark, seen that afternoon in the hospital.

That face, pale and bloodless.

Those tightly closed eyes.

If back then...

If back then he hadn't been so obsessive.

Would everything today be different?

"Vivian." His voice suddenly softened.

"Give me a little more time."

Vivian was stunned.

She hadn't expected Liam to suddenly speak in this tone.

"What time?"

"Time to handle some matters." Liam walked to the window, looking out at the dark sea.

"Time to confirm some things."

"When that's done, I'll give you an explanation."

Vivian was silent for a long time.

"What matters?"

Liam didn't turn around.

"Some... matters from the past."