Chapter 667

Liam Sullivan knew his vigil was pointless.

But it was the only thought left in his mind.

He was afraid something would happen to her.

Her health was too fragile.

She had just had a miscarriage, and then suffered chest and abdominal injuries.

The thought alone made Liam ache.

Only now did he see the full extent of her scars.

Yet he couldn't care for her.

He couldn't make amends.

All he could do was stand guard outside.

"Excuse me, sir. Who are you?"

An elderly woman eyed him warily.

She was Vivian Bennett's neighbor.

She had noticed Liam loitering outside the house all day.

His eyes kept darting toward the windows.

It was strange, but he didn't seem malicious.

"Don't try anything funny. I'll call the police."

Liam looked up, startled.

His handsome face came into view.

When had he sunk so low as to be mistaken for a thief?

"Ma'am, I'm not a bad person."

He gazed wistfully at Vivian's window.

"The girl who lives here is my wife."

"But I did something unforgivable."

"She won't speak to me."

"She's sick, and I'm worried about her."

"That's why I'm waiting here."

The old woman was surprised.

"Married? So that's why Vivian hasn't been back for so long."

"I never would have guessed."

"What's wrong with you, young man?"

"Vivian is a wonderful girl."

"Beautiful and capable."

"You don't know how to cherish her."

"You're right."

Liam smiled bitterly.

"I've been a complete bastard."

"I was blind to her suffering."

"I caused her so much pain."

"So she lost hope."

"Her heart died."

"She doesn't want to see me again."

The old woman looked at him with wise eyes.

She smiled kindly.

"Where there's a will, there's a way."

"Even dead grass can sprout again with rain and warmth."

"A dead heart isn't the end."

"What matters is whether you have enough love and patience."

"To bring it back to life."

Liam nodded.

That was the only hope he could cling to now.

He would take all the time he needed.

To slowly warm her heart again.

"Ma'am."

"I just bought some porridge."

"Could you take it to her for me?"

"Don't tell her it's from me."

"Just say you saw she was back and came to visit."

Liam looked anxiously at the door.

"There's no movement inside."

"I'm afraid she might have fainted."

"She hasn't eaten properly all day."

The old woman nodded.

She took the porridge and went to knock.

Liam quickly hid.

The doorbell rang for a long time.

Vivian finally heard it, groggy.

She answered the door in her pajamas.

The old woman smiled when she saw her.

"Vivian, dear. I noticed you were back today."

"I made extra porridge this afternoon and thought I'd bring you some."

"Oh, you haven't eaten, have you?"

"You look so pale. You should eat something."

Seeing it was her, Vivian felt a warmth in her heart.

This was her neighbor.

Always warm and hospitable.

Her son and daughter-in-law weren't home.

She loved visiting.

"Thank you."

"The porridge smells wonderful. I am hungry."

"Dear, come visit us whenever you like."

"If you need anything, just ask us old folks."

"We have plenty of time."

"I won't disturb you further. Get some rest."

After the old woman left.

She gave Liam a thumbs-up from a distance.

Liam had been watching through binoculars.

Peeking through the branches, he saw Vivian.

Seeing she was truly alright.

He finally relaxed.