Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 247

“That’s right. A dead person can’t be brought back to life. So, could his love for you last forever? Vivian, it wasn’t really wrong of him to run away and left Evelyn. No one should risk their lives for someone else anyways. But I just hate that he wouldn’t admit it.”

Vivian quickly explained, “Sometimes the truth that everyone believes in might not be real. Why can’t all of you leave Finnick alone? Why should he be held accountable for something he didn’t do, Mr. Morrison?”

“Just call me Benedict. Cut that pleasantry.” He said.

“Fine. I understand that you’re devastated, Benedict. Even though I’ve never met Evelyn, I know she must be beautiful and was very likable. I also know that she must’ve loved Finnick very much. So I believe that she would’ve wanted him to live on. I would do that too if I were her. I don’t believe Finnick would abandon her. If that was the truth, then Evelyn and I have really bad tastes in men.”

Benedict studied Vivian. I see. This woman really loves Finnick. She has already fallen too deep, just like how Evelyn was.

The brother had warned Evelyn countless times that she shouldn’t get too close to Finnick, and that she must never fall for him. But Evelyn liked the man so much. She even sacrificed the prime of her life for him…

“Don’t exonerate him. You’ve only been with him for a few days. Do you think you know him well enough? I’ve known him for more than twenty years. I know him better than you do.”

been going on for so many years. So she changed the topic, “You really love your sister,

flashed through Benedict’s eyes. He would always think of the times he spent with Evelyn in the

he found her annoying and wouldn’t want to

was still so young, she needed someone to protect her. Only then did he see the responsibilities he

passed away more than ten years ago. Evelyn

was feeling sad

Benedict about the antique fair, but he didn’t

I have to.” He said, making it

the interview for the magazine company! I can’t leave just like

tried, “Mr. Morrison, may I ask you a few questions about the antique

the corner of Benedict’s eyes, a mocking one, as

me because of the antique fair? You’re truly naive, you know? No wonder Finnick could get you