A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 478

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 478

Outside the hospital, Vivian spotted Noah standing away from the car. Without regard for her own appearance, she approached and got ahold of him. “Tell me what’s going on, Noah. Did Finnick really want to get rid of this baby?”

Noah was shocked when he first saw her burst out of the doors. He avoided meeting her eyes when she questioned him. His gaze was filled with guilt and a certain sense of helplessness.

“Yes.” That took him some time to say.

That answer seemed to have sapped all the energy from her. Her hands fell away from him, and her eyes were filled with incredulity.

“How could this be? How could he lie to me?” Vivian muttered as she wept. “No, I don’t believe it…”

Vivian’s words were at odds with what she had already acknowledged to be true. Noah was Finnick’s most trusted aide, so his words must reflect Finnick’s intention.

To think that Finnick’s affections and concern over the past few days were all mere pretenses. That he had this planned out all along. Vivian’s heart felt like it was being rend.

Her face was awash with tears. She did not understand why there was a need for such cruelty. If Finnick could not tolerate the baby, he could have told her so and they could have amicably parted ways. Why was there a need for this deception?

“Grab her, quick!” While mired in her sorrow, Vivian heard a series of footsteps coming her way with haste.

When she turned in their direction, she saw those people who were about to operate on her coming out of the hospital in pursuit.

“Hurry, Noah…” In her anxiety, she grabbed onto Noah, hoping for him to take her away.

That was when she realized that it was Finnick who had Noah send her here, which meant he would definitely not help. For all she knew, he might even give those people a hand in sending her back to the operating table.

With that in mind, she relinquished her grip and retreated from him before she made a break for the other side of the street. She must not allow herself to get caught. She would not allow anyone to harm the unborn baby inside of her.

Noah’s fingers tightened against themselves as he watched her fleeing silhouette, his face consumed by contrite. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Norton. I’m so, so sorry…”