A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1612

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1612

“No, please don’t!”

All at once, Gabriella got onto her knees and hastily picked up the fruits that were scattered all over the place.

The officer from the city council, on the other hand, ignored her pleas. After shooting her a glare, he then stalked away.

Kneeling on the ground, Gabriella burst into tears as helplessness swamped her.

Why? Just why are there still people who want to pick trouble with me when I’m already in such dire straits? I just want to survive and take good care of the child in my belly! It’s such a simple wish, so why can’t I even have that?

Desperation engulfed her. If it weren’t for the baby, she truly wanted to jump off a building right then and there.

However, she couldn’t do that, for life still had to go on.

She promptly calmed down and resumed picking up the fruits from the ground with anguish written all over her face.

All that was witnessed by Joan, and a mix of emotions overwhelmed her at the sight.

Indeed, she deserves such retribution after having committed so many evil deeds. In that, she didn’t pity Gabriella in the slightest, but she was currently with a child.

This is a fitting end for her, but the child is innocent. There’s no reason the child should suffer alongside his or her mother.

At that thought, an idea occurred to her, and she was increasingly resolved to put it into action.

Meanwhile, Larry had no idea about everything that had happened.

At that time, he was focused on something on his cell phone, so he didn’t notice the commotion that had transpired a near distance away.

But even if he did witness it, he probably wouldn’t have had any sympathy for Gabriella. After all, she shouldn’t have done all that if she hadn’t wanted to pay the price.

If she hadn’t schemed and plotted, hatching conspiracy after conspiracy, she would still be the high and mighty daughter of the Ward family.

When one’s motives weren’t right, it would only bring calamity upon oneself. After all, curses, like chickens, came home to roost.

“Larry, I’m a bit tired, so let’s go home,” Joan said to Larry beside her as she stretched wearily.

By then, Larry had also put his cell phone away. Smiling, he replied, “Since you’re tired, let’s go home quickly. Leslie might have woken up, and he might even be giving his grandmother trouble.”

“True, true. Let’s go, then.”

As Joan held his arm intimately, euphoria flooded her.