Never Late, Never Away Chapter 968

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 968

Shane pondered over the truth of what Evelyn said. Vivian was truly as ruthless as she claimed. He

felt a strong urge to take revenge to purge society of such a hateful person.

“You mean, Vivian had Evelyn killed?" asked Rachel, who seemed to have caught on to the meaning

of Shane's words. But why? What would the connection be?

Shane could tell that Rachel was still reeling over the thought. He took his time to break down the

situation and make her understand. Shane detailed everything Vivian had done to Evelyn.

Regardless of how the situation panned out, Vivian seemed to be the most likely culprit.

Rachel heard his arguments and reflected on them for some time. Soon after, she felt that the logic

was sound enough. Her eyes burned with hatred and determination. She was going to avenge her

daughter. Rachel was no longer going to be swayed by Vivian.

These thoughts were enough to cause their anger to spike. Silently, they encouraged and steeled

themselves for the fight to come. The two have now turned into Evelyn's avenging angels.

Finnick stayed by Vivian's side the whole time. Since she was not in any real danger, it took her

about a day to awaken. Vivian was confused at the scene in front of her. She scanned her

surroundings and realized that she had slept in this very room, on the same bed as before. Panic

filled her as she frantically looked around.

She then noticed that Finnick was standing next to her. Without waiting for him to say anything, she

grabbed onto his arm. “Finnick? Where is little pumpkin? Is he alright?”

No sooner had she uttered this when Finnick's expression became very uncomfortable.

Finnick had been looking into Larry's whereabouts, but to no avail. Now that Vivian had broached

the subject, he did not know how to answer. What if he said the wrong thing and caused her to faint

again?

Vivian noticed his silence and the change in his expression. Dissatisfied, she shook his arm again

and motioned for him to speak.

“I haven't found him yet.” Finnick sighed and answered her petulantly, like an errant child. Slowly,

Vivian returned to her senses, as if the answer had shook her out of her stupor.

“You're a liar, Finnick. You said you could find little pumpkin in three days, so where is he? Why

didn't you go after him? Don't you know how much faith he has in me? I can't betray his trust like

that!”

A now-sober Vivian collapsed back onto the bed with a thud, unsure of what to do next. Without

Larry there, she felt as if her life had lost all meaning.

All she could do now was rely on Finnick for solace and comfort. However, deep down, Vivian knew

that this was not going to bring her little pumpkin back to her.

What am I supposed to live for? My little pumpkin is dead.

"Vivian, your wrist did not stop bleeding at the time. To save you, I could not pursue Larry. I know

it's my fault, but your life was at stake too.”

Finnick lowered his voice into a whisper. Seeing how agitated Vivian was, he did not know what to

say.

“It's not like you don't know that I care about little pumpkin! How am I going to live without him?

You may have saved my life, but you have killed my soul!”

Suddenly, Vivian stopped her lamentations and pinned Finnick with a cold glare.

Finnick returned her gaze, but it made him hitch his breath. It was as if he did not know Vivian. How

did she become this way? Finnick was rendered speechless, not knowing what to say.

Vivian decided to continue. “From today onwards, you go your way, and I'll go mine. I will find my

son. This is the end of the road for us.”

Having said that, Vivian pulled out the needle from the IV drip, put on her shoes, and left.

Finnick wanted to run after her, but there were still things that needed to be packed away. He

decided to ignore them all. He then ran in the direction Vivian went. In the end, she was nowhere to

be found.

Frantically, Finnick walked towards the entrance of the hospital, still hunting for her. His eyes

scanned the sea of pedestrians coming and going, but he saw no sign of her. Where is she? Finnick

was hearbroken. He squatted down in a corner dejectedly and massaged his sore temples to calm

himself down.