Chapter 666

"I'll leave. I won't bother you again."

Grace Harper wiped the tears from her face, her voice hoarse and strained.

"I'm sorry... I understand. I owe you too much. You're right. Staying by your side only holds you back. I've never brought you anything good... I'm truly sorry. From now on, take good care of yourself."

After saying this, she turned and walked away.

Vivian Bennett stood where she was, watching Grace's thin figure disappear around the corner of the staircase.

Soon, the sound of a car starting came from downstairs.

The engine noise faded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely at the end of the street.

The tears Vivian had been holding back finally broke through.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tight, a sour ache making it hard to breathe.

What was Grace apologizing for?

Saying she never brought anything good?

At the very least, she gave her a home.

She made her know she wasn't alone in this world.

A house with only one person isn't really a home.

And now...

She had no home again.

Vivian leaned against the doorframe, a suffocating tightness in her chest.

Her wound began to throb faintly again. Breathing became difficult. Darkness swam at the edges of her vision.

She tried to steady herself against the door, but her legs felt weak and useless.

Her body slid uncontrollably downward.

In the last moment before her consciousness faded, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

A tall figure rushed out from the flowerbed nearby.

"Vivian!"

Liam Sullivan caught her collapsing body, his voice filled with panic.

"Don't scare me... Vivian!"

The person in his arms had her eyes closed, her face pale as paper. Only the tears still clinging to her eyelashes remained.

Liam's heart clenched painfully.

He knew her current physical condition wasn't fit for discharge.

But he didn't dare stop her.

If he appeared, she would only become more agitated.

The doctor had repeatedly warned that she absolutely must not be stimulated right now.

So he could only hide outside the hospital room, watching helplessly as she forced herself to leave.

That feeling of powerlessness was driving him mad.

Liam carefully scooped her up into his arms and hurried toward the car parked by the roadside.

He drove at top speed to the nearest hospital.

...

When Vivian woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed.

Fluid dripped steadily from the IV bag.

She remembered collapsing at her doorstep.

Who brought her here?

She asked the nurse on duty. The nurse said a young woman brought her in but left without leaving a name.

Vivian wanted to thank her, but she didn't even know who she was.

These days, there really were quite a few people who did good deeds without seeking recognition.

She didn't dwell on it too much. After finishing the IV drip, she checked herself out.

Her body was still weak. After returning home, she didn't even have the strength to tidy up.

She simply collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

Meanwhile, Liam stood downstairs outside her building.

He looked up at the familiar window, his expression complex.

In the end, he still didn't go up.

He just stood guard silently downstairs, like a silent statue.