No matter how antsy Benedict felt, he knew that there was nothing he could do. So, he resorted to driving in the area around Norton Residence in endless circles.
If what the housemaid said about Vivian having left on foot was true, then she couldn’t have gone very far. God, please help me find her.
He had failed his little sister by not taking care of her for years, and he had even helped Evelyn to frame her recently.
Benedict felt more and more guilt building up inside him as he lost himself in his thoughts. When I find Vivian, I’ll take good care of her. I’ll spoil her rotten to make up for all the years of absence. I’m never letting anyone harm her. She is the only family I have now.
At that same moment, Vivian was absentmindedly walking by the roadside. She had been so determined to live by herself, but the realization that she had nowhere else to go hit her only after she left the house.
She couldn’t go back to the Norton family residence. She couldn’t stay at her mom’s place; her mom was already sick, and Vivian didn’t want to burden her further.
What about the Morrison family? Could I turn to Benedict? Could she tell her brother about everything that had happened? But what if Benedict chooses to believe Evelyn instead of me, just like Finnick had? What then?
While mulling over her options, she noticed that a car had stopped right next to her. Before she could react, the car doors opened, several bodyguards rushing out and grabbing ahold of her arms.
Vivian nearly jumped out of her skin, digging her heels into the ground and refusing to budge an inch. Who are these people? Is this a kidnapping or a robbery? But then someone else exited the car, and her eyes widened as alarm bells went off in her mind.
Noah Lotte was walking towards her. And she was almost certain that he was here to take her to the hospital as per Finnick’s orders.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake off the bodyguards’ vice grips on her arms.
Struggling against them, she yelled at Noah, “What do you want? Make them let go of me, Noah!”
Noah’s head was lowered, too scared to meet Vivian’s stare as he mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Norton. I have no choice.”
“Noah, please, I’m begging you,” Vivian sobbed. She couldn’t go to the hospital; she needed to protect her child. “Let me go, please?”
Vivian’s sincere, desperate pleas tugged at Noah’s heartstrings, the usually unyielding and firm man almost moved to tears. But when he remembered his own parents, he regained his composure and waved a hand, signaling to the bodyguards to take her away.
They nodded and shoved Vivian into the car.
“Let go of me!” Vivian screamed, trying to twist her way out of the bodyguards’ clutches. Unfortunately, a woman’s strength was no match for several burly, well-built men.
Then, one bodyguard sat on each side of her, holding her in place as the car headed for the hospital.
Upon arrival, they proceeded to drag her out of the car.
“No! I’m not going! Noah, please… I’m begging you, I can’t lose my baby, please let me go…” Vivian screamed out, her throat hoarse as she held onto the armrest for dear life.
The sight made Noah want to punch himself in the face. Glancing away from Vivian, Noah forced out the words, “Get her out.”
Upon hearing that, the bodyguards pried Vivian’s hands away from the armrest, viciously pulling her out of the car.
“No… I don’t want to go…” Vivian tried to resist as much as possible, a shoe dropping off of her foot. One of her exposed heels was blistered and bloody as her feet scraped against the pavement.
She vaguely registered a flash of pain coming from her feet, but she was too busy trying to escape to care. She had sworn to herself that she would protect this child. She had already lost her husband; she couldn’t afford to lose her baby too.