Chapter 654

Vivian Bennett lay on the operating table, her breathing faint.

Her eyes were closed, as if she had already given up struggling.

Oliver Winston stood in the hallway, the silence around him terrifying.

He felt a tightness in his chest, even breathing had become difficult.

That aura of despair from Vivian still lingered in the air.

He took out his phone and dialed Sophia Miller's number.

The call connected quickly.

"Sophia, come to the hospital," Oliver's voice was low. "Vivian is in surgery. Her condition isn't good."

Sophia was stunned on the other end of the line.

"Surgery? What happened to her?"

"Car accident," Oliver said briefly. "She's badly injured. They're trying to save her now."

Sophia immediately said she would come right away.

After hanging up, Oliver stared at his phone screen, his finger hovering over Liam Sullivan's number.

He hesitated.

Liam should be at another hospital right now.

Accompanying Luna Clark during her surgery.

What an ironic picture.

Vivian was fighting for her life, while her husband was taking care of another woman.

Oliver knew Liam didn't mean for this to happen.

But this kind of unintentional hurt often cut deeper.

He even felt that Vivian was too pitiful.

To end up like this—whose fault was it really?

Fate always toyed with them.

Again and again, causing them unbearable pain.

Should he call Liam over?

If Liam came and learned the truth, he would suffer too.

But the pain Vivian was enduring now was a thousand times worse.

Oliver remembered Vivian's last words.

She said she was tired.

She said she didn't want to be entangled anymore.

Her heart was already dead.

If she were conscious, she definitely wouldn't want Liam waiting outside the operating room.

Oliver stood in the hallway for a long time.

In the end, he still pressed the call button.

No matter the outcome, Liam had the right to know the truth.

He should bear some of Vivian's pain too.

Otherwise, in this tragedy of love, it would be too unfair to Vivian.

The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"How is she?" Liam's voice came through, carrying exhaustion and anxiety. "Did she get to the hospital? How bad are her injuries?"

Oliver could hear the worry in his tone.

Liam clearly thought Vivian had only suffered minor injuries.

But the reality was far more brutal.

Oliver looked at the red light glowing above the operating room door.

That glaring red was like blood.

He took a deep breath, his voice heavy. "We're on the eighth floor. Come over."

"Her condition is very serious."

Silence fell on the other end of the line.

A few seconds later, Liam's voice changed pitch. "What did you say?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

How could Oliver say Vivian's condition wasn't good?

Didn't she only have minor injuries?

"Say that again," Liam's voice trembled.

Oliver closed his eyes.

"She's badly injured. They're trying to save her now."

"Hurry and come over."