Never Late, Never Away Chapter 971
Never Late, Never Away Chapter 971
“What is it?” Finnick asked, uncertain what Vivian meant by her look. He thought she was feeling
unwell somewhere, but her answer made him ze. “Little pumpkin,” she prompted.
Finnick was momentarily stumped. He looked at her and said as convincingly as he could, “Little
pumpkin isn’t here. As long as you’re obedient, he’lle home.”
Dr. Foster had told him to coax her like he would a child, even if she asked for something impossible. It
was the only solution to keep her emotions calm and improve her mental state hopefully.
Finnick was left with no choice other than to heed the doctor’s advice. His only wish was for Vivian to
get herself together. While he took care of Vivian at home, he continued sending people to investigate
Larry’s whereabouts.
Although shemunicated with Finnick with an intelligence of a child and often had to be coaxed by
him, she was no longer having any breakdowns ever since she began taking her medications. It was
half a monthter when what Finnick feared most happened.
He had unintentionally allowed her to wander into a restricted ce—Larry’s room. I thought she’ll get
better after half a month of medications. It seems like it is only my wishful thinking.
“Vivian.” Finnick reached out a hand to stop her, but the hem of her shirt slipped through his palm
instead.
“Little pumpkin… little pumpkin is dead,” she cried,ying on Larry’s bed. “Little pumpkin, how could
you leave me behind?”
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When she finally got up from the bed a long timeter, her eyes were too swollen for her to keep them
open. Finnick couldn’t bear seeing her in that state. He attempted to carry her out of the room, only to
be stopped by her cold utterance.
“Don’t touch me.” Finnick froze. It had been more than a month since shest spoke to him in that icy
tone. If she’s speaking to me this way again, does that mean she has recovered?
He studied her every move, hoping to find out if his spection was right. However, what met his eyes
was her frosty gaze instead.
“Can I help you?” Vivian asked.
Finnick shook his head, secretly feeling euphoric on the inside. It seems she’s truly recovered! The
medications worked! But at the thought of her leaving him again, he quickly followed behind her.
“Nothing,” Finnick answered, facing the tant hostility in her eyes. He was aware the Vivian standing
before him was still mad. Hence, he didn’t dare to say too much in case it would cause her to regress.
“Are you hungry? Should I make you something to eat?” he questioned. He had been feeding her
meals while she was incapacitated. Since she had recovered, he wouldn’t have to do that any longer.
Seeing as she had been awake since the early morning without having a single meal, he assumed she
had to be hungry.
“There’s no need. I’m leaving,” Vivian said, taking a nce at Finnick. His goodwill reminded her of
Larry, which made her very ufortable. That was also why she rejected him and nned to eat
elsewhere instead.
Finnick reached out to grab her arm, looking at her worriedly. “Where are you going?” He feared that if
she were to leave him again, he might not be able to find her for the second time. Therefore, he mustn’t
let her leave him.
“What does that have to do with you?” She shook off his grasp and turned around to leave.
Watching her retreating figure, Finnick decided to follow behind her. Even if he couldn’t be in close
contact with her, seeing her from a distance would suffice.
However, she keenly felt his presence and turned around to say, “Don’t follow me. I want to be alone.
I’lle back.”
Perhaps because Larry had lived in the house and his presence lingered in the air, Vivian couldn’t
abandon the house despite her refusal to be with Finnick.
She took a final nce at him before walking out the door.