Chapter 668

The next morning, the old lady pushed her door open.

"Oh my, child, you're still here overnight? In the dead of winter, huddled by the door in the cold. Come in quickly and have a hot cup of tea to warm up." She spotted Liam Sullivan curled up in the sheltered spot by the door, her eyes widening in surprise.

Liam was startled awake by the voice.

He opened his eyes to find the sky already bright.

Pushing himself up against the wall, he stood.

Every bone in his body ached as if it had come apart.

He was, after all, a young master accustomed to a life of ease.

He had never suffered like this before.

Sleeping in a cold, hard corner all night, with the biting wind, was truly an unpleasant experience.

Liam rubbed his throbbing temple, his voice hoarse.

"It's fine, I can handle it. Her condition is unstable. I was afraid something might happen during the night with no one knowing."

"Still being stubborn. Listen to your voice, you've definitely caught a chill. What's the use of keeping watch for one or two nights? Don't ruin your own health." The old lady chided as she turned and went inside.

A short while later, she came out with a steaming cup of ginger tea.

Liam took it and drank.

A wave of warmth spread from his throat to his entire body.

Feeling grateful, he suddenly thought of something and asked,

"Grandma, are there any houses for rent nearby? I'd like to move here. That way, I can keep an eye on her and also make her some food."

Keeping watch from a distance like this wasn't a long-term solution.

He needed to be closer to her to monitor her condition at all times.

Vivian Bennett's small studio apartment had neighbors on both sides.

The left side was the old lady's home.

The right side seemed empty, which suited him perfectly.

"The family next door just moved out not long ago. I'll ask the landlord for you." The old lady readily agreed.

Within a few days, Liam successfully moved into the neighboring apartment.

From then on, Vivian began to find an exquisite thermos frequently appearing at her doorstep.

Inside were various nutritious meals, accompanied by a small printed note detailing the dishes.

It always ended with, "Please enjoy. Have a pleasant day."

Vivian was filled with confusion.

But the old lady explained with a cheerful smile, "A new nutritionist moved in nearby. He's always researching recipes and shares the extras with the neighbors. I've received some too. The taste is wonderful. I've seen the young man. He's decent. You can eat it without worry."

Vivian didn't really mind.

Someone who wasn't even afraid of death wouldn't worry about poisoned food.

Sick and too lazy to cook, she tried the food a few times and found it quite tasty, gradually accepting this "gift."

Several times, she wanted to visit to express her thanks.

But no matter how hard she knocked, no one answered.

The old lady would come out to smooth things over again.

"That child is busy. He's often not home."

Vivian stopped insisting.

She wasn't a particularly persistent person by nature.

She figured if fate intended it, they would meet eventually.

This little world remained peaceful as usual.

But the outside world had been turned upside down.

Scandalous photos of Isabella Sullivan, the Sullivan family heiress, suddenly leaked.

Their explicit nature and shocking details instantly ignited public opinion.

Such photo scandals were usually the "patent" of celebrities and models.

For it to happen to a socialite like Isabella Sullivan was unprecedented.

The Sullivan family's reputation plummeted.

Isabella vanished from the public eye.

With behind-the-scenes forces fanning the flames, the incident spread like wildfire through every street and alley.

Now, everyone knew the name Isabella Sullivan.

Early morning, Liam, wearing an apron, was simmering cornmeal porridge in the kitchen.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

At this hour, Vivian usually wasn't up yet.

After being met with a closed door many times, she had recently stopped coming to knock.

Liam thought it was the old lady coming with another recipe.

He wiped his hands and went to open the door.