Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away 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!”

has to do with Mrs. Norton. I’m afraid I’m

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

been said when elder Mr. Norton noticed that Finnick and Noah looked even more uncomfortable.

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

is his sister-in-law, so how can

interjected for fear of deepening the misunderstanding. “He had contracted the help of four beggars,

the sordid details from Noah’s own mouth. Instead, he gripped

tried to get up again, the adrenaline in the elder Mr. Norton surged so much that he staggered two steps backward and almost fell. Fortunately,

this, that little piece of sh*t.” The elderly Mr. Norton barely had the strength to swear. All he could do was mutter weakly as his tired body remained motionless on

seated on the other end of the sofa with a grim expression on his face. He fiddled with the buttons on his sleeves restlessly before moving onto the cushions. It took a while for him to realize that he had accidentally clawed through the fabric. Immediately, cotton spilled out into his hands, and he flicked

in the office

tv was on, but she was barely paying attention. All she could think of was what happened last

idea that Finnick no longer liked

she picked up, Vivian noticed that it was the hospital where