A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 357

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 357

Rachel woke up the next morning.

“Mom, you finally woke up.” Vivian was happy and worried at the same time. “How are you feeling? Does the wound still hurt?”

“I’m fine. Sorry for causing you so much worry.” The feeble Rachel sounded very breathy.

She felt bad at the sight of Vivian’s concerned face and struggled with all her might to pat her hand. I’ve never contributed much to her life but keep on troubling her and making her feel so unsettled to the extent of sacrificing her blissful marriage.

Actually, Rachel could see through Vivian. Although Vivian did not mention Finnick, she always brushed the topic off whenever Rachel brought it up. The way she changed the subject immediately gave her away. Rachel suspected she had fought with Finnick.

As she thought about the reason behind Vivian and Finnick’s marriage, Rachel felt that she had owed her daughter too much.

Vivian stayed back at the hospital to take care of her mother for the next couple of days.

Rachel realized that Vivian was not being herself ever since she regained consciousness after the surgery. Whenever Rachel inquired, Vivian would answer that nothing was bothering her. It made Rachel even more ill at ease.

When Benedict came to the ward for a visit, he noticed that Rachel would take a peek at him from time to time. Her eyes conveyed grief and sadness. She looked as if she wanted to say something but faltered each time she opened her mouth.

Bemused by her expressions, he took the initiative to test waters. “Ms. Rachel, you… have something you want to tell me?”

Faced with the unexpected question, Rachel kept quiet. She took a glance at Vivian, doubting her decision to speak.

Vivian sensed Rachel’s strange gaze. What’s wrong with Mom? Does she want to say something to Benedict but felt awkward because I’m around?

After much contemplation and struggle, Rachel got it out of her chest. “Eve… Evelyn’s death anniversary is approaching, right?”

Benedict lowered his eyes. “Yes, it’s the day after tomorrow.”