Chapter 502

Isabella Sullivan clutched her head with both hands.

Her slender fingers dug deep into her hair.

Her nails scraped viciously against her scalp.

"Why can Vivian Bennett have you? Even a girl from a nightclub can have you? They're not worthy of you. They're dirty... I'm the pure one. Why won't you take me?"

Her voice grew shriller.

Her pale face twisted with emotion.

Her eyes were frighteningly red.

The corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Liam Sullivan noticed her abnormal state.

He reached out to grasp her wrist, trying to calm her.

But Isabella couldn't stop.

Her body began to tremble violently, as if having a seizure.

"I've loved you since I was a child... I don't want to be a sister! I want to have your children, lots and lots of them... Wouldn't it be good if you were with me?"

"Why do you go after those women? What's so good about them? Vivian Bennett is involved with Zachary Hudson. The White family is just a burden... And that Crystal Evans, how clean can an escort be? You say she was a virgin. Maybe her hymen was surgically restored!"

"Only I am pure... Why don't you want me? Why?!"

She screamed while frantically tearing at her clothes.

Liam had never seen her like this.

It was as if her mind had completely shattered.

Isabella tugged a few times but couldn't rip her clothes.

Suddenly, she grabbed the dagger from the floor.

She turned the blade and slashed it viciously across her own wrist.

"Brother, for you, I'm willing to die... Can they do that? Can Vivian Bennett do that? Can Crystal Evans do that?"

Blood instantly gushed out.

Liam's pupils constricted sharply.

He stared at Isabella, feeling only strangeness and absurdity.

Was this still the gentle, considerate sister from his memory?

There was no time to think.

Seeing her raise the knife again, he lunged forward and snatched the dagger away.

...

Outside the hospital emergency room.

Isabella had been wheeled in half an hour ago.

The cut was deep. She had lost a lot of blood.

Liam sat on a bench in the corridor.

His mind was in chaos.

How had Isabella become like this?

Although Vivian Bennett had been framed several times, he had vaguely suspected someone close to him was responsible.

But deep down, he had never wanted to believe it was Isabella.

He had always thought she was a good girl.

She wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

Besides, her background was pitiable. Surviving in the Sullivan family wasn't easy.

So he tried to give her whatever she wanted.

But he never imagined her psyche had already become twisted.

The operating room door opened.

A doctor emerged.

"Mr. Sullivan, we found Chlorpromazine Hydrochloride Tablets in Ms. Sullivan's pocket... This is medication for treating mental illness. How has Ms. Sullivan's mental state been normally?"

Liam frowned deeply.

Isabella had always appeared normal.

Except for tonight—when he confronted her, she seemed triggered. Her emotions spiraled out of control, leading to self-harm.

He truthfully explained the situation to the doctor.

The doctor nodded thoughtfully.

"Once Ms. Sullivan wakes up, we'll arrange for a psychiatrist to conduct a detailed examination. But it's best not to stimulate her again in the near future... If this illness is severe, the initial stage involves self-harm. Later stages could endanger the lives of others."

Liam raised a hand to rub his throbbing temples.

He nodded silently.