Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 198

Just as they were about to leave, Benedict blurted, “She’s your wife, isn’t she?”

Vivian and Finnick turned around. Finnick glared at Benedict icily for a moment before replying, “Yes.”

As Finnick turned around to leave, Vivian thought she heard Benedict snort. His words, however low, were audible. “She’s not even close to Evelyn.”

Evelyn?

Evelyn Morrison?

Vivian froze in her tracks. However, she was pulled away by Finnick before recovering from the shock.

Walking away, Vivian wondered what Finnick’s relationship with Benedict was. How did Benedict know about Evelyn? Were they friends in the past? Did Benedict love Evelyn just as Finnick did?

When Benedict mentioned Evelyn earlier, Vivian glimpsed the hints of sorrow in Finnick’s eyes. He must have missed her dearly.

She couldn’t help asking, “Finnick, who is Benedict? Why do you dislike him?”

he didn’t

auction hall and sat with Fabian at a

Vivian could sense the hostility of the neighboring women’s glances

taking up his place at the row in front of her.

illuminated by dazzling lights as

speech to welcome all the philanthropists and socialites. And with a booming announcement, the

donation was the first to be

identity. He was Benedict Morrison, the eldest heir of the Morrison

his wistful tone

is of impeccable artistry. In loving memory of the late Ms. Evelyn Morrison, Mr. Morrison’s younger sister, he

frowned upon

Evelyn…

soon lost in his

pen was a gift from him to Evelyn on her twelfth birthday as

fond of the pen that she

off the pen after so many