Chapter 550

Eleanor Sullivan's words were an indirect acceptance of her.

Vivian Bennett felt a wave of relief.

But what about Patriarch Sullivan?

Would he be like Eleanor?

Seeing her slight unease, Eleanor smiled gently. "If you're busy and can't visit, you can always call me."

Vivian was immediately filled with guilt.

She was about to marry Liam Sullivan, yet she had never once reached out to Eleanor on her own.

"Grandma, I'm sorry..." she said softly.

Eleanor shook her head affectionately. "Silly child, there's nothing to apologize for. As long as you and Liam are happy, I'm content."

Those simple words touched the softest part of Vivian's heart.

She couldn't help but ask, "I'm fine, but how about you? How is your health?"

"I'm doing well too."

They chatted for a few more minutes before Eleanor took her leave.

Vivian watched her figure recede into the distance, then turned to walk back to the car.

She had only taken two steps when a strange man suddenly approached her.

Vivian's heart tightened. Instinctively, she wanted to hurry into the car.

"Miss Bennett, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," the man spoke.

Vivian paused her steps but still quickly pulled the car door open, got in, and slammed it shut.

After everything she had been through, she couldn't afford to be careless anymore.

How could you tell if someone was good or bad from just a few words?

Seeing her retreat into the car, the man didn't seem annoyed. He simply walked to the car window and looked at her calmly.

After a long moment, he took out a pen, wrote a line on a piece of paper, and stuck it to the window.

Vivian glanced at it.

"Miss Bennett, do you want to know about your origins?"

She averted her gaze, ignoring it.

The man wrote another line and stuck it to the glass. "What if I told you that you are not your father's biological daughter? Would you believe me?"

Vivian remained silent.

No matter what this man's purpose was, she wouldn't believe him easily.

Seeing her indifferent expression, the man smiled.

He knew she had seen it.

He wrote another line and stuck it on the window. "I mean you no harm. I would never hurt you."

After letting her read it, the man collected the paper, turned, and walked away.

Vivian watched his back gradually disappear from view. A strange feeling flickered in her heart.

But she immediately suppressed the thought.

Could it be... this man really knew something about her background?

She didn't want to dwell on it.

Only when Liam Sullivan walked out of the hospital did she sit up straight and offer him a smile.

"What are you smiling about all by yourself?" Liam asked, fastening his seatbelt while looking at her. His eyes curved, exceptionally charming.

Vivian huffed. "You're the one smiling foolishly."

Liam reached out and pinched her cheek gently. "Let's go home," he said softly.

He started the car and was about to drive away when Vivian suddenly noticed a black business vehicle parked nearby.

The rear door opened, and Julian Klein stepped out gracefully.

He walked around to the back of the vehicle and unloaded a wheelchair.

It was just a fleeting glimpse before their car drove past.

A strange heaviness settled in Vivian's heart.

That wheelchair... who was it for?