Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 1515

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1515

With that, he would be able to mull over it, and she would not have to waste her time. In other words, it was a decision that would benefit them both.

"Okay. I'll come back after I figure things out. I'm really sorry. I never thought it'd be as complicated as this. I sincerely apologize for wasting your time, Ms. Joan," Carl agreed immediately.

In fact, he had been stumped by how he should keep up with his lies, so upon hearing Joan's suggestion, he quickly grabbed hold of the opportunity to avoid exposing himself.

"It's okay, you're our client, and this is my job," Joan replied. "So we'll stop here today, Mr. Jefferson. I have other things to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave."

"Sure, Ms. Joan. I'll be leaving too. Would you like me to send you back?" Carl joked.

"Thank you, but it's best that I take a cab," Joan rejected instantly with an apologetic smile.

"It's fine. Let's walk out together. I'll help you hail a cab."

Carl then gestured for her to step out of the café first.

"All right. Thank you."

As the two stood by the side of the road, they chatted away.

Slowly, Joan became anxious. It seemed that there were barely any cabs around that day, and the ones that drove past them already had passengers on board.

"Be careful!" Carl yelled as he pulled Joan aside.

Right then, a car sped past where Joan had been standing a second ago.

Although Joan had fallen onto the ground from Carl's pull, she was safe.

On the other hand, Carl was not as fortunate as she was. Although the car had not collided with him, it still clipped him and sent him flying a few yards away from where he stood earlier. Joan was still sitting on the ground, frightened by what just happened. If she had been knocked over by the car, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Then, Joan came to her senses. How is Cory?

With that thought in mind, she scrambled to her feet and hurried toward Carl.

"Mr. Jefferson, how are you? Are you okay?"

She panicked when she saw him sprawling on the ground with agony written all over his face. He wouldn't have ended up like this if not for saving me.

It took Carl a while before he could squeeze out, "I'm fine. Don't worry, Ms. Joan. The car only clipped me. I'm alright." He then gave her a reassuring smile, albeit it looked forced.

"Mr. Jefferson, let me take you to the hospital for a checkup." Carl's words made her racing heart calm down a little, but she was still worried about his condition. Right then, the driver that nearly knocked Carl over rushed out of his car.

Looking at the two of them, he apologized, "Are the both of you fine? I'm really sorry. I was taking a call earlier, so I didn't have a good grip on my steering wheel. I'm really sorry." "I'm alright, but I can't say the same about him. Since you're responsible for all this, you should take us to the hospital to have him checked up."

Although Joan did not blame the driver for the accident, some things had to be said, nonetheless.

"Ms. Joan, I'm fine. You don't need to come with me. I'll just go to the hospital with this guy," Carl uttered.

"Are you sure?"

Joan still felt uneasy. After all, Carl was injured because of her, so there was no way she could let him go to the hospital alone.

"I'll come with you," she insisted.

"You should go home instead. Don't worry. He will bring me to the hospital. It's best not to let your boyfriend worry about you. If there are any problems, I'll inform you," Carl suggested. "Okay then."

Since Carl insisted, Joan had no choice but to give in.

"Mr. Jefferson, please give me your number. That way, it'll be easier for me to contact you."