Chapter 154 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

Niamh was stunned, her heart tightening and clenching in her chest.

She held Jackson tightly in her arms again.

Nevaeh was horrible to him, which was why he hoped to have a mother that loved him. He could not help but call her ‘Mom’ every time he found himself upset or in peril.

“Jack!” Nevaeh’s fake concern drifted over. “Let go of my son, Vera Quinn! Who let you touch him?”

Niamh had just lifted her gaze when she felt a strong push from Nevaeh as she pulled Jackson away.

“Are you alright, Jack? You almost scared Mommy!” Nevaeh held Jackson tightly in mock concern.

Jackson frowned. Pushing Nevaeh away, he turned to run back to Niamh, immediately fishing out his handkerchief to dress Niamh’s scratch when he saw her leg.

Niamh was stunned, warmth trickling into her heart once more.

The child may not have said anything, but his actions were more than enough to move Niamh.

“Bid Sis Vera’s alright, Jack. Don’t worry.”

She reached out to pat Jackson’s head, but Nevaeh swatted her hand away.

“Don’t touch my son!” Nevaeh warned fiercely. “Did you think I wouldn’t know how you’re trying to use Jack to get closer to Kendrick? I won’t let you!”

Bracing through the pain of the scratch, Niamh slowly stood.

Standing on her feet, she stared elegantly at Nevaeh whose aura was slowly weakening.

“You disregarded your son’s life just to save your own. Wow, Miss Delgado, I never expected people like you to exist in this world.”

Nevaeh’s expression shifted into mortification as she pulled Jackson’s hand and changed the subject. “I’ll bring you to the hospital, okay, Jackson?”

Jackson frowned as he was dragged away, evidently not wanting to go with Nevaeh.

Niamh was about to stop them, but the traffic police had just arrived.

The main culprits of the accident were a young couple who had been quarreling over a petty matter. It was thanks to the girlfriend taking the steering wheel and stepping on the brakes did the accident end before lives were taken.

The couple apologized repetitively to Niamh, regretful of their preposterous actions.

Regret always came a little too late.

Kendrick had just arrived at the company when he saw the news about a horrible car accident at the gates of a kindergarten.

He had never cared much about the happenings on the news, but for some reason today, he could not help but click in to understand more.

Reaching his eyes was the scene right before the car crashed. He watched how a familiar-looking figure had run without care toward a small boy in uniform with a small yellow hat perched on his head.

The body of the car promptly covered the figure, making it seem like a collision occurred.

The video ended.

“Vera.”

Kendrick rewatched the video twice as his heart thumped loudly in his chest. Quickly putting on his blazer, he dialed for Niamh.

The call was left unanswered.

He then sped to the location of the crash. Kendrick received a call just before he arrived.

Kendrick felt his heart calm greatly at the caller ID.

Tapping on his Bluetooth earphones, he answered the call nervously. “Vera?”

“It’s me.”

A familiar voice echoed through, soothing the taut hold over Kendrick’s nerves.

He met Niamh ten minutes later, his gaze heavy as he scanned her unharmed appearance. He pressed on, asking, “Are you really alright?”

Niamh stared calmly at the scratch on her leg. “It’s a small issue. Rather than worrying about me, Mr. Waldburg, I’d rather you worry about your son instead.”

Kendrick’s brows furrowed. “Jackson?”

“Yeah. I have to ask you, is Jackson really Nevaeh’s son?” Niamh inquired confusedly.

“I was shocked to see her leaving her son to be hit by a car and make a run in the face of danger.”

Kendrick’s sharp brows furrowed deeper. Remembering the video he watched, it dawned on him that Jackson was the boy Niamh had risked her life to protect.

He did not remember seeing Nevaeh in the video, though.

“Let me send you home.” Kendrick walked up to help Niamh, reaching around her shoulders naturally.

“I’d like you to bring me with you instead if that’s alright? Nevaeh just brought Jackson away. I’d like to know if he’s alright.”

Kendrick stared at the attractive side profile in front of him and nodded. “Alright, I’ll bring you over to my place.”

Kendrick kept glancing at the rearview mirror the entire ride, suddenly interested in whether she was actually doing alright.

In a way, she meant differently to him than others.

Niamh entered the villa again. Walking through the doors, she could not help but be reminded of how Nevaeh had framed her for pushing her down the stairs and how Kendrick forced her to kneel an entire night in the rain after a violent beating in prison.

How cold he had been to the child she was pregnant with, and how limitlessly he had allowed this wicked woman to do whatever she wanted.

He had watched from the sidelines how she suffered under the harsh pitter-patters of the rain.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Kendrick’s baritone voice sounded by her ear.

Niamh reeled in her thoughts and smiled. “I was just thinking if I should let you in on a piece of great news.”

“Great news?” Kendrick’s eyes squinted slightly to meet Niamh’s mirthful ones.

The car stopped before the gates that very moment and out came Nevaeh and Eloise with a cold- looking Jackson in tow.

Upon entering the courtyard, Nevaeh was stunned to find Kendrick and Niamh standing together. She quickly ran over.

“What are you doing at my house, Vera Quinn?” She interrogated, her tone sounding harsh.

Kendrick turned to look at Nevaeh with displeasure. “Watch your tone. Vera is my guest.”

“Vera?” Nevaeh felt anger ignite within her. “Why did you bring this woman into our house, Kendrick? And why are you calling her name so affectionately?”

“Are you questioning me?” Kendrick parted his lips to ask coldly, his gaze piercing and fierce. “How about you answer me first? What were you doing when Jack was about to be hit by a car? You’re his mother.”

“I… I was about to save Jack, but I twisted my ankle!” Nevaeh opened her mouth to give an excuse.

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