Chapter 605

The world before her eyes was dyed a deep crimson.

Piercing cries for help echoed in her ears.

Desperate agony tore at her nerves, making it impossible for her to remain closed off any longer.

The world Vivian Bennett had built after waking up—a world with only herself, no pain, no emotions, just deathly silence and peace—was crumbling before her eyes.

She tried desperately to stop it, but she was powerless.

Those distant voices, those blurred figures, flooded into her mind like a breached dam.

Fear made her whole body tremble.

No.

Not again.

It hurts too much.

She had worked so hard to build this world where she could hide from everything.

Why make her experience this heart-rending pain again?

Why make her feel that bone-deep despair once more?

"Ah—!"

Vivian clutched her head and let out a scream of utter anguish.

She tumbled from the wheelchair and fell heavily to the ground.

Right onto the very spot where she had once lain.

Tears mixed with rain poured out. Her forehead struck the cold ground, drawing blood.

The icy raindrops soaked through her hospital gown, mercilessly pounding against her back.

She lay on the ground, her body shaking violently, emitting hoarse, mournful sobs.

The sound was heartbreakingly tragic.

Vivian's hands clawed desperately at the ground, her nails nearly breaking.

How could she ever forget?

This was where she had lost her child.

Lost everything.

It was the most painful, most desperate moment of her life.

Even the slightest memory was enough to shatter her heart.

Why bring her back here?

Back to this nightmarish place?

Why make her relive the agony of losing her child?

Her child was not coming back.

Long gone.

Vivian knelt in the rain, covering her face as she wept openly.

The grief she had suppressed for so long erupted completely in this moment.

Everyone stood silently in the rain, watching her tormented figure.

For Vivian to stand up again, it had to be by her own will.

And this pain had to be fully released.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

The sound of the rain gradually drowned out her cries.

Vivian trembled as she pushed herself up from the ground and settled back into the wheelchair.

Her face was even paler than before.

But her eyes were no longer empty.

A fierce flame burned within them.

Carrying hatred, carrying defiance.

It made her frail body resemble a rose refusing to fall in a storm, instead blooming with an even more tragic intensity.

"Let's go." Her voice was hoarse to the extreme, yet strangely calm. "If your goal is to prevent me from taking my own life, you can rest easy. I won't think of that again."

Sophia Miller breathed a sigh of relief. "Vivian, I'm glad you think that way. Only by living is there hope. We should all live well, because we did nothing wrong. Those who hurt you are still out there, free. That's not fair."

Oliver Winston frowned, looking at Vivian seriously. "I know losing the child caused you immense pain. But the engagement, and Liam's disappearance... from all indications, it was a conspiracy. Liam would never have anticipated you suffering like this. If he knew the pain you endured, his suffering would be no less than yours."

"You want me to forgive him?" Vivian lowered her gaze.

No one could see the expression in her eyes.

Oliver was taken aback.

He wasn't sure what she meant by that.

But her voice was rational and calm.

It made him believe she wasn't an unreasonable woman.