Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 969

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 969

Finnick felt utterly complicated. He had done everything for Vivian’s sake, yet she felt that he was wrong. Was I really wrong? he asked himself. If time could rewind, I would still choose Vivian. There’s still hope to look for little pumpkin as long as he’s alive. But if Vivian had died due to excessive blood loss that day, then I would’ve lost my wife forever.

After thinking about it, he returned to the hospital to pack his things. He had thought up a plan to sit Vivian down at home and have a heart-to-heart talk with her. We’re a married couple. It’ll be fine. We can talk things through.

Impatient, he sped through the road in his car to get home as soon as possible. However, what greeted him was a chilling breeze that stopped him in his tracks as soon as he pulled up in the driveway. It’s scorching summer. How can it be this cold?

He immediately entered the house and searched through it from room to room. Yet, there was no sight of Vivian. A loud ringing sounded in his head. Did she leave me because I didn’t save little pumpkin in time?

His heart jolted at the thought. He swiftly turned around and ran out toward his car, pulling the car door open. But when he sat on the driver’s seat and started the engine, that was the moment it hit him. Where could she have gone? He slapped against the steering wheel furiously. Think! Where could she be?

In a blink of an eye, the skies had turned dark as he walked the streets aimlessly, but Vivian still hadn’t been found. He sighed. I shouldn’t have bothered about the things on the bed earlier. Otherwise, I could’ve caught up to her a long time ago.

At the same moment, Vivian was admiring the aesthetically pleasing sight of the flashing neon lights while she wandered around aimlessly. Little pumpkin and I have been here before, she thought to herself, feeling slightly comforted being in a place that consisted of her memories with Larry. My little pumpkin isn’t dead. He’s merely hidden in a place where I can’t find him.

As she comforted herself with that thought, she began to notice a back view of a little boy that closely resembled Larry. She sprinted over and turned the boy around in excitement, calling out, “Little pumpkin!”

But when the boy turned around, she froze.