Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 338

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 338

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Finnick asked frantically as he untied the ropes around Vivian's arms and legs.

He held her close as he tried to calm himself down as well.

"I'm... fine..." Vivian stammered between coughs.

As they shared an intimate moment together, the onlookers stared at Finnick in shock and disbelief.

"Who pulled Vivian away from the railing just now?" "Is it Finnick?" "I thought his legs were injured?" "How was he able to stand up and run?"

The onlookers fell into a confused silence.

Vivian and Finnick noticed the strange silence around them as well. Noticing that everyone was staring at his supposedly injured legs, Vivian began to worry for him. "Finnick, your legs..." "It's fine, don't worry," Finnick said quietly. "No need to worry about me."

Vivian could feel her heart filling up with warmth, but a look at the streets below was made it go cold again.

Even though Ashley had been the source of her suffering over the years and even tried to kill her just moments ago, Vivian was devastated by her death nonetheless.

She recalled how Ashley had looked down upon her all those years ago, clad in a frilly, sparkly dress like a princess.

Those memories remained fresh in her mind even after so many years, yet she could not bring herself to celebrate her despicable half-sister's death.

Just seconds later, she went boneless in Finnick's arms, overwhelmed by grief and shock.

"Vivian! Vivian, wake up!" Finnick yelled desperately, but she did not respond to his pleas.

He grimaced and picked her up bridal style before heading towards the exit. "Noah, get the car! We're going to the hospital!"

"Yes, Mr. Norton!" Noah replied. He must have had his own reasons to stop acting crippled...

After Finnick and Vivian disappeared from view, the onlookers began to chatter amongst themselves loudly.

"Wasn't Finnick crippled? Since when he could walk on his own?"

"How ridiculous! There's no way his legs healed that fast!"

"Is that wheelchair just a prop? Man, I wish I knew how what's going on in all those rich people's minds... "

The media personnel, on the other hand, were going crazy from excitement. Not only did they manage to catch a kidnapping on live TV, but they also found out that Finnick Norton of Finnor Group had not beer handicapped after all. Both news would send a massive shockwave across the country, and there was no reason why they should not report on them.

Within just a few hours, Finnick and Vivian's names were trending on Twitter and other online platforms, and almost everyone from Sunshine City had heard of the news.

By the time Vivian woke up, it was already midnight. She looked around and realized that she was in the hospital.

She glanced to the side to see Finnick sound asleep with his head resting on her bedside, though it was rather obvious that his inner demons were coming out to haunt him in his dreams. His brows were locked in a deep frown and his lips were tightly pursed together. Vivian tried to raise her hand to smooth them out, but she could not summon the strength to do so.

The last thing she wanted was to wake him up from his slumber.

"Vivian, Vivian... "Finnick muttered in his sleep, obviously shaken by the events of the previous day.

"It's fine, Finnick," she cooed, reaching out to stroke his hair. "I'm right here..."

However, Finnick's eyes flew open the moment her hand came into contact with his head.