Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 848

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 848

The company needs Finnick, but at the same time, we need his protection here at home too.

If Finnick gets taken away, our family and the company will lose our only pillar of strength; everything will crumble.

So they can’t arrest him!

“It’s clearly written here, Mrs. Norton. Please cooperate as we’re only doing our job.” The policeman had been well acquainted with Finnor Group because he too was an avid buyer of many Finnor products.

So he felt extremely awful for not only witnessing but also arresting the president of Finnor Group.

He responded accordingly since the president of Finnor Group’s wife, Mrs. Norton, questioned the reason for their arrest.

Vivian scanned the bolded words at the very top of the arrest warrant: Crime Charges for Stock Fraud. Unwilling to believe that it was real, she widened her eyes and blinked at the words.

But no matter how many times she shut and opened her eyes, the bolded criminal charge remained the same.

Vivian gazed helplessly at Finnick. Her shoulders slumped, giving away as if all hope had left her body.

Finnick didn’t say a word. Instead, he reacted to this by soothingly caressing the top of her head.

Truthfully, he had no clue what he needed to do or say to comfort Vivian.

Because he knew that nothing could alleviate the grave sorrow that she felt, so he would rather keep quiet.

This left them in a bubble of awkward silence.

Then Finnick’s wrists reached out to the policeman, ready to be cuffed.

Following this, the policeman went about his business and cuffed Finnick. He looked at Vivian, indicating that Finnick had to go now before leading them out the door.

Vivian accompanied Finnick as they walked out side-by-side. It felt as if she were sending her husband off to work on a regular day.

Looking over at her dispirited, grey-faced husband, she knew that she had made a mistake. She shouldn’t have followed him out or allowed herself to witness his arrest.

It was like she had committed a sinful crime herself—robbing whatever was left of the man’s dignity.

What could be worse than having your own wife watch you get cuffed and taken away by the police?

Nothing, she answered herself bitterly.

But Vivian was terrified of not taking one last look at his face, of not memorizing the slants of his eyes and the shape of his lips. She was worried that they’d never get to see each other face to face again.