Her voice grew soft, so soft that it could barely be heard.
Even Vivian knew how terrible her excuse was.
She had been snooping around. She could barely believe that she had done something so horrible.
When Finnick saw how pale Vivian was, he felt a blunt ache in his heart.
Damn it. Was I too harsh with her? Did I scare her?
Finnick did not want to sound mad at her, but when the necklace was nearly dropped on the ground, wrath had exploded in his chest.
The necklace meant too many things to him. If it had shattered...
Finnick dared not imagine it.
Knowing that he would not be able to speak with Vivian calmly now, he turned and went toward the wardrobe. He took out his shirt and muttered, "I have some things to attend to in the office. I'll go out for a while. Rest early."
Vivian's lashes fluttered.
Does Finnick not want to see me?
She could not say anything but bite on her lower lip and nod.
Finnick was quick to change. Without drying his hair, he sat in his wheelchair and left the room.
Molly was cleaning the house when she saw Finnick come downstairs. She stared at him with wide eyes.
"Mr. Norton, it's already so late in the night. Where are you going?" She hurried over. "And your hair!
Why is it wet? Dry it quickly!"
Finnick paused in his tracks. Although his expression remained cold, he calmly uttered, "Molly, I have things to attend to in the office. Remember to remind Vivian to change her bandage."
"Sure, but..."
Before Molly could finish her sentence, Finnick had wheeled away without sparing another glance at her.
In the room.
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