Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2166

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2166

Taking a glance at Caiden, Joan picked her phone up and left the ward.

"Joan!" a familiar voice called out to her as soon as she stepped foot out of the hospital.

"Mrs. Owens," Joan greeted her softly.

She was rather anxious to meet her since the latter was quite fierce the last time they met.

"Sorry about the last time. Can you do me a favor? Here's some chicken soup that I've prepared for Caiden. Please help me bring it to him. If I did it myself, he would most probably discard it," Caiden's mother pleaded.

Joan listened to her words as she went in a daze. She loves Caiden very much.

"Joan, are you listening?" the woman asked.

"Joan?" she raised her voice to alert her.

"Huh? I'm sorry, Mrs. Owens. Don't worry. I heard you and I know what to do."

The two of them exchanged some pleasantries before going in the opposite direction.

After getting some take-outs, Joan brought them back to the hospital, alongside the chicken soup prepared by Mrs. Owens.

"Here, have something to eat. This chicken soup is for you." Joan cast a gaze at the patient resting on the bed.

"Didn't you order take-out? They have chicken soup too?" Caiden was curious.

"Oh, I boiled it at home this morning. Ms. Young helped deliver it here just now. Taste and see if it's to your liking." Joan served him a bowl of soup.

"Be careful. The soup is hot. Have more; it's good for your health," she added.

Caiden frowned. How can this be? I feel like I've tasted this before somewhere... But this is only the first time I'm drinking Joan's soup.

"How's it? Good?" she asked.

"Yup, it's nice. It's just weird that I feel like I've tasted your soup before," he answered calmly.

At that moment, Caiden's mother was just outside the ward. She was happy to see her son drinking the soup she specially prepared for him.

She looked forward to the day Caiden could forgive herself and her husband.

Suddenly, with a sullen face, Caiden put the bowl on the table.

"What's wrong?" Joan approached him.

"Answer me honestly, Joan. You didn't cook this chicken soup, did you?" Caiden questioned her.

Embarrassed, Joan tried to avoid his question. “What's wrong? Does it taste bad?" Does it really matter who boiled the soup? Whoever it was that boiled the soup, it is for his wellbeing. He says the soup tastes familiar. That might be the taste he hates the most.

"Who made this?" he hissed.

Will he flip the table if he replaces out it's from his mother? Trapped in a dilemma, she was hesitant about revealing the truth. Joan knew that the mother-and-son relationship was extremely broken.

"All right, Caiden, I'll tell you. Your mom boiled the chicken soup for you and delivered it to me earlier. She was afraid that you'd be angry if you were to replace out it's from her, so she asked that I bring it to you instead," Joan uttered blatantly.

That's the truth, regardless if he accepts it or not. Blood is thicker than water; they ought to patch up eventually.

Clink-clank!

Sitting on the bed, Caiden threw the bowl into the trash can furiously. I don't need her sympathy or concern!