Chapter 652

She trembled with pain, feeling it was the punishment she deserved.

But Vivian's current state was truly alarming.

Watching her husband abandon her to save another woman first, how much must her heart be aching?

Patriarch Sullivan had ordered her to sabotage this couple's relationship.

Yet looking at this scene, where was the need for her to lift a finger?

The rift was already deep and visible to the bone.

She almost couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Liam Sullivan turned his head and saw Vivian slumped over the table, struggling to lift her head.

Her face was devoid of any color.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him blankly, as if unable to believe it.

That gaze was desolate and hopeless.

Yet she didn't utter a sound, not even a plea.

His heart clenched violently.

But he still averted his gaze, looking down at Luna Clark.

"You've been shot in the foot. You must go to the hospital immediately."

After saying this, he scooped Luna into his arms and strode directly toward the door.

From behind came Vivian's weak voice, light as a wisp of smoke.

"I'm injured too... Why won't you look at me?"

Liam's steps faltered, but he did not turn around.

"Vivian, this is what I owe her. I can't let her come to harm because of me."

He owed Luna too much.

In the previous life, he had already caused her enough suffering.

In this life, how could he watch her die before his eyes again?

All of this began because of him.

In the future, he could still make it up to Vivian.

But he would never have another chance to make it up to Luna.

Vivian lowered her head.

A burning, searing pain surged through her lungs and organs, wave after wave.

Every movement felt like being torn apart.

She lay weakly over the table, her entire body devoid of strength.

If not for this table supporting her, she would have already collapsed to the floor.

Warm blood continuously seeped from her abdomen.

Breathing became increasingly difficult.

Her chest felt so stifled she was almost about to faint.

But she didn't understand.

Why, in the end, had she still come to such a fate?

"The one you owe the most... is clearly me."

She laughed through her tears, her heart aching to the extreme.

But she knew any further words were meaningless.

He would not stay.

And she... was utterly heartbroken.

"I will make it up to you."

Liam looked at the blood-loss unconscious Luna in his arms.

In the end, he did not turn back, rushing out quickly.

Vivian turned her face, staring blankly at his retreating back as he carried Luna away, until it disappeared beyond the door.

Her heart felt hollow, devoid of any sensation.

Her eyes were vacant and茫然, as if the last shred of strength and belief had been drained from her.

Revenge had not been achieved.

Now, even if Isabella Sullivan stood before her laughing triumphantly, she couldn't lift the gun.

She could only lie quietly over the table, waiting for death to come.

Yes, who could have thought?

After all her careful planning, using every means to seek revenge, she ended up with this outcome.

The enemy lived.

And she could only wait here to die.

The intense pain in her chest and abdomen made her whole body tremble.

Her sternum had been hurting since before she came.

That night falling down the stairs had indeed injured the bone.

Just now, being violently struck by the hard marble table corner, she even heard the sound of bone cracking.

Internal organs were bleeding.

She could feel it clearly.

This body had endured too much devastation recently.

It could no longer hold on.

And her heart could no longer hold on either.

Too tired.

Too bitter.

Too painful.