Chapter 592

Vivian Bennett's gaze was like a poisoned ice blade, stabbing straight at Isabella Sullivan.

"Have you forgotten? You killed him with your own hands. A single gunshot. He died in your arms. Can you truly forget that?"

She suddenly threw her head back and laughed.

The laughter was soaked in desolation and sarcasm.

It was as if she had glimpsed the filthiest depths of human nature.

"I truly feel sorry for him. A son who wanted to atone for your sins until his last breath, yet died by his own mother's hand. And you... you don't even have the courage to acknowledge his existence. Isabella Sullivan, you make me sick."

Isabella's pupils contracted sharply.

Her nails dug deep into her palms.

Every word from Vivian was like a poisoned needle, piercing the softest part of her heart.

No... It wasn't that she didn't want to acknowledge him.

She just couldn't. Not now.

Once she admitted it, she would lose completely.

There would be no chance for a comeback.

She absolutely could not... could not give this bitch any opportunity to turn the tables.

"Who's the disgusting one here?" Isabella lifted her chin, restoring her mask of calm composure.

"You're the lying slut, fabricating this absurd story to frame me and save yourself? Dream on! No one here will fall for it."

A bleak smile touched the corner of Vivian's lips.

"He's watching you from above. Watching you continue to do the things he hated... It doesn't matter if you don't acknowledge him. But he will never forgive you. He will hate you. For all eternity."

"Shut up! You bitch!" Isabella trembled all over.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped out viciously.

No one expected her to lash out so suddenly.

Vivian was already exhausted, both mentally and physically.

She couldn't dodge in time.

The slap landed solidly on her face.

She fell to the ground.

Half of her cheek instantly swelled and turned red.

Isabella bent down.

She grabbed Vivian's collar and pulled her close.

Her voice dropped to a cold whisper.

"Go ahead! Tell the media everything I've done over the years! I don't care about my reputation. But who will be the most humiliated? It will be your beloved Liam Sullivan. He'll become the laughingstock of the entire city. Jason Harper will become the center of a scandal. The Sullivan Group's stock will plummet! Go on, tell everyone. Let them all know how filthy and rotten the prestigious Sullivan family truly is beneath the surface! Go ahead!"

Vivian felt as if struck by lightning.

Her eyes turned bloodshot.

Her clenched fists were already bleeding from her nails digging in.

Her heart sank to the deepest abyss.

Only when pushed to the edge of the cliff did she realize that even fighting back was a luxury.

Even now... she still couldn't bear to do it.

She couldn't bear to expose the Sullivan family's dark past to the public.

She couldn't bear to let Liam Sullivan become a laughingstock.

She couldn't bear to destroy the pride and dignity he had so carefully maintained.

How laughable.

She couldn't even protect herself, yet she was still thinking of protecting him.

The truth that should have been a sharp blade had instead become a noose tightening around her neck.

How deeply must love wound a person before it relents?

"You win." Vivian spoke mechanically, her face as pale as paper.

"I won't expose you."

Let this be the last time... using the meager strength she had left to preserve his pride.

"If you don't want him ruined, then behave." Isabella leaned close to her ear.

Her voice was as light as a serpent's hiss.

"Otherwise, I won't mind laying all the Sullivan family's dirty laundry out in the sun."

Having said that, she straightened up.

She looked down at Vivian with contempt.

"About you falsely accusing me earlier, I'll give you one more chance. Tell the truth. Was it all a malicious fabrication?"

Vivian numbly got to her feet.

Sophia Miller hurried forward to support her.

Her voice trembled.

"Vivian, let's go. Don't pay any attention to these people..."

Vivian gently pushed her hand away.

She raised her eyes to look at Isabella.

She spoke each word clearly and deliberately.

"Yes. I falsely accused you."

"Vivian!" Sophia grabbed her arm in disbelief.

"Do you know what you're saying?"