Chapter 560
Liam Sullivan did not know what exactly Albert Sullivan had said to Vivian Bennett.
He looked down at the pale face of the woman in his arms.
His heart suddenly ached terribly.
He reached out and stroked her damp hair.
How long had she been running?
She was sweating this much.
The car stopped in front of the villa.
He collected his thoughts and carried her into the bedroom.
He removed her clothes.
He wiped her body with warm water.
He changed her into clean pajamas.
By the time he had settled Vivian.
Oliver Winston had already arrived with the private doctor, Jocelyn Klein.
Oliver was about to tease Liam a few words.
But seeing his dark expression.
The man seemed wrapped in a layer of ice shards.
Chillingly cold.
It was better not to provoke him at this moment.
Oliver put away his playful thoughts.
He frowned and asked, "What happened to Vivian?"
Liam's dark gaze swept over him.
It landed on the doctor behind him.
"She might have had a conflict with someone earlier."
"Then she ran for a while and fainted."
Jocelyn walked over at the sound.
She looked at Vivian sleeping on the bed.
Her pale little face was somewhat frightening.
Fine beads of sweat still dotted her forehead.
She took a flashlight from her medical kit.
She checked Vivian's pupils.
She performed a physical examination.
Oliver and Liam stood in the living room.
Oliver couldn't help but sigh.
"Damn, who has such nerve."
"Daring to have a conflict with Vivian."
"Do they still want to get by?"
Liam ignored his sarcasm.
He said indifferently, "It was likely my second uncle."
Oliver's heart sank.
Hadn't Albert Sullivan regained his memory?
Why was he still so unreliable?
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He offered one to Liam.
He placed one between his own lips.
Liam's straight figure leaned against the wall.
His innate nobility.
The oppressive aura he exuded.
Seemed particularly heavy at this moment.
He felt some hesitation in his heart.
Regardless of the reason.
When Albert learned Vivian was Lin Qiuyue's daughter.
He should have cherished her beyond measure.
How could he bear to hurt her?
Could there be another hidden reason?
His cold gaze grew profound.
He finally dialed Albert Sullivan's number.
He asked without any pretense, "Second Uncle."
"You called Vivian to the old estate today."
"What did you say to her?"
The man's cool voice.
Was low and detached.
Carrying an unquestionable authority.
Albert's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
His urgent voice carried loss and desolation.
"Vivian, how is she now?"
Liam frowned, glancing at the person on the bed.
He said coldly, "She fainted."
Albert's voice was flustered and tense.
"She... how did she faint?"
"How did she faint?"
"Isn't that what I should be asking you, Second Uncle?"
Liam's low voice carried a chill.
Albert's lips stiffened.
He spoke in an almost trembling voice.
"A-Xu, let Vivian go."
"She is your cousin."
"She is my daughter, Albert Sullivan's daughter."