A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 437

"He did this, didn't he?" The elder Mr. Norton angrily hurled a teacup away, fuming. "That rebellious little sh*t of a son! He had the audacity to even demand that you hand over the shares? Of course, nobody could refuse!"

"Calm down, Grandpa. It's bad for your health." Seeing that elder Mr. Norton was furious, Finnick hurriedly moved to help the old man sit down.

"And you! Why didn't you say anything earlier? If I hadn't forced this out of Noah, for how long were you planning on keeping this from me? Is that idiot even worth defending?" Finnick sighed inwardly. He was not expecting to be yelled at in turn.

"Grandpa, I'm not protecting him. I..."

Finnick trailed off with an embarrassed look on his face. The gesture made the elder Mr. Norton

realize that the incident was no mere kidnapping.

"What else are you hiding from me?"

"Well, I..." Finnick stopped, unsure of how to explain the situation. He then recalled the video clip he saw the other day, which made a wave of fiery anger burn in his veins.

"Noah, explain!"

"This has to do with Mrs. Norton. I'm afraid I'm not really in a position to say."

The elder Mr. Norton could not fathom why they were both so reluctant to speak. "What's so hard? Are you saying that kidnapping Vivian aside, Mark did other things to her?"

No sooner had the remark been said when elder Mr. Norton noticed that Finnick and Noah looked even more uncomfortable. Was I right after all? Mark had actually laid a hand on Vivian?

With a sudden burst of rage, the elder Mr. Norton got up and kicked the coffee table in front of him, sending all the exquisite tableware onto the ground in a loud shatter. The cups broke into tinier pieces that reflected the sunlight that came through the window.

"That beast! Vivian is his sister-in-law, so how can he even do such a thing?"

"No, Sir, it's not what you think!” Noah hurriedly interjected for fear of deepening the misunderstanding. "He had contracted the help of four beggars, and they..."

"Alright, that's enough!" The old man could really not bear to hear the rest of the sordid details from Noah's own mouth. Instead, he gripped the handles of his seat so tightly that the veins popped quite visibly against his hands.