Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 241

Spencer's POV:

"Are you certain?" I asked, looking at Richard with confusion.

He nodded in response. "It's all true."

Upon hearing his answer, I creased my eyebrows and felt a splitting headache. "I don't get it, man. Why did Justin take Vivian to the Johnson residence?"

Charles turned his attention towards me. "Spencer, I think Vivian looks like someone we know."

I was perplexed as to why he brought that up all of a sudden. "And who could that be?" I asked.

"The hostess of the Johnson family, Emily Johnson," he answered.

"Wait a second. You mean Ethan's stepmother, Emily Johnson?"

Charles patted me on the shoulder. "I seem to recall that Emily had a daughter with her ex-husband before she married into the Johnson family."

I understood what he meant, and I looked at him with a wide-eyed gaze. "Are you saying that Vivian might be Emily's daughter?"

Vivian had never told me about her true identity before. And I never once thought that she'd have anything to do with the Johnson family.

That family's business was currently in big trouble. And it worried me that it might affect Vivian, too.

"Scarlett, when did Vivian get picked up?" Charles' voice jolted me back to reality.

After a brief silence, Scarlett answered, "Around nine in the morning, I think."

With a straight face, Charles shot me a glance. "Spencer, we need to hurry. The longer we wait, the more likely it is that Vivian will be in danger." I turned to the door, but I couldn't bring myself to move towards it, for I was feeling conflicted. "Vivian was willing to get in the car, right? Maybe she did it for the money. If I go there, I might end up spoiling her plan," I said.

All of a sudden, I felt someone hit me on the back heavily.

When I turned to look at who did it, I saw that it was Scarlett.

She was glaring at me and her nostrils were practically flaring. "You idiot!" she shouted. "If Vivian went into the car willingly, would she have asked me for help? And if you keep on hesitating like that, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your miserable life!"

Before I could respond, I saw that Scarlett was intending to hit me again.

Fortunately, Charles came to stop her. In a soft voice, he said, "Hey, Scarlett, be careful not to hurt your hand."

I was staring at them in a daze, but in my mind, images of Vivian's face kept flashing. 'If something happens to her, I can never forgive myself.'

I didn't dare to think of what might happen to her, and decided to run out of the place at once. Soon, I arrived at the Johnson family's mansion along with numerous bodyguards.

"What are you people doing here? Go away!" The guard was vigilantly looking at us through the iron gate.

With a stern face, I issued the command. My men carried out my order and rushed forward. They easily scaled the gate and subdued the guard.

And while the guard was screaming, my men managed to open the gate.

Once we were on the other side of the gate, I entered the house and rushed into the livingroom. Meanwhile, my men scattered throughout the premises of the Johnson residence to look for Vivian. The servants of the Johnson household screamed and ran away in fear of us.

Moments later, I found Vivian's phone on the stairway.

Quickly, I went up the stairs. Upstairs, I heard a familiar and faint voice coming from behind a half-closed room. "Help me," the voice groaned. My heart skipped a beat as I kicked the door open. The loud noise startled the person on the bed, causing him to bolt upright, followed by his angry voice. "Do you want to die? How dare you disturb me?" It was Ethan, the eldest son of the Johnson family.

I shot the man a cold glance. His upper body was naked, and his trousers were already half-open. The exposed underwear beneath the pants were bulging up, and it made me feel sick to see it.

Most importantly, the woman half-naked on the bed and visibly in pain was Vivian.

She was lying weakly on the bed, with tears in her barely opened eyes. "Spencer... help me," she muttered.

All the remaining rationality I had disappeared without a trace. I roared at the top of my lungs, charged forward, and kicked Ethan's chest with all my might.

"Argh!" Ethan bellowed as he flung towards the wall and then fell to the floor. Upon impact, he wheezed and whined like a wounded dog.

Showing no mercy, I mounted him and began pounding on his ugly face. "Ethan, you piece of shit! Go to hell!"

"Fuck!" Ethan cursed. He had barely gotten the curse out of his mouth when I pummeled him with my fists, and the words turned into muffled screaming.

With reckless abandon, I vented all my anger on Ethan by beating the crap out of him. And with every hit, my rage only became more intense.