Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 920

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 920

The kidnapper had enough of the duo being lovey-dovey in front of them. He raised his gun and placed the muzzle right next to Vivian's head.

He beckoned Finnick to make up his mind. Otherwise, they would soon take Vivian out.

Click. The helpless woman was merely a step away from hell.

Finnick dared not try anything reckless because he couldn't bear to put Vivian's life at stake.

It was a risk he couldn't afford because he couldn't imagine his life without her.

Once he thought about it, his heart wrenched. In front of everyone, he got down on his knees.

It was the first time he got down on his knees in front of others because apart from his grandfather, never had he groveled himself at others' mercy.

Finnick felt humiliated, but when he saw the gun by Vivian's head, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He had nothing to lose by getting down on his knees. Instead, he could save Vivian's life by casting his dignity aside.

On the other hand, Vivian couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Although she knew he had given in to the kidnapper's request to save her, she felt awful because she had never seen the proud man at other's mercy.

Vivian blamed herself for being careless. Had she exercised caution, they wouldn't get to take her by surprise and take her into custody.

When she rushed over to Finnick's side to help him up, he pushed her away and kicked the proud kidnapper in the face before taking over the gun.

Nonetheless, the duo was greatly outnumbered at least another five of the kidnappers were armed with guns.

Fortunately, Finnick, who was a martial art practitioner, took them by surprise before they could grasp the situation.

Immediately after he took out those who were armed, he brought Vivian away with her and continued accelerating the car for twenty minutes.

He pulled over at the street because the kidnappers seemed to have given up.

When Vivian was confused by Finnick's action, she turned around and noticed his arm was drenched in blood.

It turned out he was gravely injured. Blood wouldn't stop gushing out of his wound.

She knew it was an emergency. Thus, she offered, "I'll drive! Hang in there with me, Finnick!"

Soon, she moved Finnick over to the front passenger seat and returned to the seat of the driver, making their way to the hospital.

"It's fine. I'm just glad you're okay."

Those were Finnick's final words before being rushed into the emergency room.

After he was rushed into the emergency room, she was overwhelmed by the built-up fatigue and collapsed to the ground.

She was exhausted after the series of events she had gone through these days. Nonetheless, the person she cared about the most was the man in the emergency room. Although the helpless woman knew he was in good hands, she couldn't help but feel anxious because there wasn't anything else she could do apart from waiting.

When she thought an eternity had passed, the doctor finally made his way out of the emergency room.

Vivian rushed over and held the doctor's hand, behaving as though she couldn't afford to let the man's lifesaver go.

She asked anxiously, "Doctor, how's Finnick?"

Finnick had sustained serious injuries because of her. Therefore, she was afraid something bad might happen to him.

"The patient has been shot in the arm, but it's not a big deal. He'll recover in no time after a few days' break."

Although Finnick was merely shot in the arm, should they fail to rush him to the hospital in time, he might have to have his arm amputated.

"Goodness gracious!" Vivian was grateful it was nothing serious. It seemed as though God hadn't given up on the pathetic duo yet.

As she started celebrating, the nurse brought the injured man out of the emergency room.

Apart from following the nurse to the ward, the helpless woman couldn't do anything else. When she saw his pale and haggard face, she felt a heart-wrenching sensation deep down.