Chapter 660
Back then, Vivian Bennett was utterly desperate, but he was not by her side.
"Liam, we're having a baby. Are you happy? We're finally having a baby. Didn't you say you really wanted a child?"
"I knew it... you would definitely protect me and the baby. You said... I was the most important person in your life... How could you possibly abandon me? I know you love me so, so much."
Sophia Miller repeated each sentence softly, yet every word was crystal clear.
Each word pierced the hearts of everyone present like a needle.
"Do you want it to be a boy or a girl? You said you wanted to build the nursery yourself. Let's do it together tomorrow. We'll make it big and adorable."
"I'll make little clothes, little gloves, and little socks for our baby with my own hands. What do you think?"
"We'll send them to my alma mater in the future. I love the maple leaves there. They're as red as blood."
"We..."
Sophia couldn't continue.
Her voice choked up, her eyes rimmed red.
The few men around them listened, their faces pale, their chests feeling as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Liam Sullivan was especially rigid.
He slowly crouched down, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling violently.
He couldn't imagine Vivian lying in a pool of blood, her consciousness fading, still murmuring these words.
How much pain must she have been in?
Physical pain.
And even greater heartache.
In her most desperate moment, she believed he would come to save her.
But he was never there when she needed him most.
He always let her down.
He always hurt her.
Every scar on her heart was carved by his own hand.
Now that the truth was revealed, he was filled with extreme regret.
But suddenly, he didn't know what to do.
Wrongdoings must be paid for.
But he didn't even know how to compensate her.
He didn't know how to beg for her forgiveness.
Because not all wounds can be forgiven.
Not all scars can heal.
Her heart had been shattered into pieces by him.
What could he possibly do to mend it?
Vivian's injuries were severe.
Her body was already severely depleted.
This time, her internal organs were damaged.
After surgery, complications arose.
Within just a few days, she was rushed back into the operating room twice.
Liam and the others were terrified out of their wits.
They stayed at the hospital day and night.
Especially Liam.
Ever since Vivian was brought out of surgery, he had remained outside her room.
Through the glass of the ICU, he watched her unconscious form day and night.
He refused to leave even a step.
After hearing Sophia's words that night, he was a changed man.
He was utterly despondent.
Not a trace of his former spirit remained in his eyes.
The cold, arrogant, domineering, and once invincible Liam Sullivan had completely vanished.
He seemed like a soul emptied from its shell.
He lingered outside the room like a ghost.
He finally collapsed a few days later.
Doctors forcibly administered a sedative.
He lay in a hospital bed for two days.
After more than ten days in a coma, Vivian finally woke up.
Even the doctors called it a miracle.
After all, her body was so weak.
The complications were so severe.
She had received multiple critical condition notices in such a short time.
But she pulled through.
When Liam heard the news, he was completely stunned.
He stood outside the room, looking through the glass at the pale, frail figure on the bed.
His eyes instantly reddened.
She was awake.
She was alive.
But he didn't dare go in to see her.
He didn't know how to face her.
He didn't know how to utter the first word.
He was afraid of seeing the hatred in her eyes.
He was afraid of seeing the despair in her gaze.
He was even more afraid that she wouldn't even bother to hate him anymore.
That would be the most complete form of despair.