Chapter 515

She had no idea about any of this.

When did Isabella Sullivan develop such a major conflict with Liam Sullivan?

To the point of wanting his life?

How could this happen?

Hadn't she always been infatuated with Liam?

"Are you telling me you knew nothing about this?" Oliver Winston's voice came through the phone, laced with disbelief and a barely suppressed anger. "Last time you were in trouble, Liam investigated and found Isabella was the mastermind behind it. So he deliberately got close to that Crystal Evans to test her, and sure enough, Isabella was involved. To secure her position within the Sullivan family, she's definitely willing to do anything now."

He paused, his tone growing heavier. "You're his girlfriend, his closest person. How could you not know something this important?"

Vivian Bennett felt a tightness in her chest.

Liam truly hadn't mentioned it to her.

She thought his visit to the family estate today was just a routine visit to see his grandparents.

She thought Isabella, no matter what, wouldn't dare to move against Liam.

But it turned out... Isabella had already laid a trap to kill him.

Wasn't he in danger right now?

The thought made Vivian's heart clench violently.

The pain was so sharp it nearly stole her breath.

No wonder... his voice on the phone earlier had sounded so heavy, so hoarse.

He knew everything.

He knew about Isabella's conspiracy.

Yet he chose to face it alone.

He even wanted to give Isabella one more chance.

"He didn't tell me," Vivian's voice trembled, her eyes burning. "He never... tells me anything."

If he could have just said it.

If she could have noticed earlier.

She would have stood by him, shielded him, faced all the storms together.

Not let him carry the burden alone.

"He didn't want to put you in danger," Oliver sighed, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying disapproval. "He always puts you first, of course he wouldn't want you dragged into these dirty affairs. He's always wanted you to be safe and happy, so he'd rather bear it himself."

He paused, his voice dropping again. "Hiding it from you was his way of protecting you. But what about you? If you paid a little more attention, cared a little more, how could you not have noticed any signs? Vivian Bennett, I hope from now on... you'll be more attentive to Liam."

"I'm sorry..." Vivian was left speechless by his reprimand, overwhelmed by a wave of guilt.

"Sorry isn't enough," Oliver cut her off bluntly. "You need to prove it with your actions."

Vivian gripped the phone tightly, her nails digging into her palm.

"Oliver, I'm going to the family estate," she took a deep breath, her voice resolute. "You gather people and get there as fast as you can too. Isabella is probably more ruthless than we think, and Liam just had a car accident... He said he's fine, but what if he has internal injuries? It's too dangerous for him to face Isabella alone, injured."

Before he could respond, she had already turned and sprinted towards the garage.

Oliver agreed on the other end of the line. They hung up simultaneously, each springing into action.

Vivian's heart pounded like a drum. As she ran, she dialed Liam's number again.

No answer.

The busy tone echoed in her ears, each beep amplifying her panic.

She rushed into the garage and jumped straight into the highest-performance sports car.

The engine roared to life. Tires screeched against the pavement as the car shot out of the villa like an arrow.

She floored the accelerator.

The speedometer needle swung wildly to the right, instantly surpassing 200 km/h.

The scenery outside the window blurred into streaks of color. Wind howled into the cabin.

Her eyes were frighteningly calm. Her hands held the steering wheel steadily, every turn, every lane change executed with precision and determination.

Red light? She ran through it.

Traffic cameras? Let them capture it.

The faint sound of police sirens rose behind her. She didn't even glance back, instead pressing the accelerator harder.

A journey that should have taken an hour was brutally compressed into thirty minutes.

The Sullivan Family Estate loomed ahead.

Vivian slammed on the brakes. Tires left long black marks on the ground.

She pushed the door open. She didn't head for the main entrance—it would surely be guarded.

Her gaze swept quickly over the perimeter wall.

Beside a rose bush on one side, there was a blind spot.

She took two running steps, leaped, grabbed the top of the wall, and flipped over with practiced ease.

She landed lightly, crouching in the shadows of the garden.

The mansion was eerily quiet.

Even the wind seemed to have stilled.