Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2247

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2247

Thinking back upon the events of that day made Jessica's blood boil.

"Don't misunderstand. You know men, we can't control ourselves sometimes," Larry explained sheepishly.

Larry was at a loss for words. That was the only explanation he could give to excuse that moment of recklessness.

"Yes, you couldn't hold yourself back. That's why you did those things with Joan in broad daylight," Jessica scoffed.

"No, we were in the office, all right? It wasn't as awful as you're trying to make out!" Larry snapped.

"You didn't lock the office door. What's the difference whether you were inside or outside of the room, doing what you did?" Jessica sneered.

Why couldn't they have just done whatever they wanted to do in private? What were they trying to do? Any normal person would have gotten jealous from seeing that! What with an attractive-looking man like Larry, Jessica reflected.

"Fine. Let's not dwell on this anymore. How is your side holding up? Have you informed everyone yet? Was there any outcome?" Larry inquired, steering the conversation away to another topic entirely. "Yes, they're all aware," Jessica answered shortly.

Larry guessed that Jessica's anger hadn't subsided. After a few more equally cold replies, Jessica abruptly ended the call. Larry was left on the other end, listening to the dial tone in bewilderment. Wasn't that just a small issue? Was there a need to overreact in that way? Larry thought, staring at the phone in his hands. He shook his head helplessly.

How dare you! Gritting her teeth, Jessica furiously stabbed at her phone to end the call, then flung it onto the sofa. She stalked into the kitchen.

"Joan, do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

"Yes, come on! Let's go together. It's the weekend!"

A chorus of giggling girls surrounded Joan, their faces rapturous with glee.

"I won't be joining you. I have some things to deal with. Sorry. I'll be taking my leave first," Joan hastily replied, waving them off.

Joan knew too well what her friends were like. Anyone who dared oppose them would be swept away by sheer force, despite any protests to the contrary.

"Don't run away! Let's all go out together. There's nothing for you to do at home, anyway," One of the girls added persuasively. They thronged about Joan, eagerly trying to convince her to join them.

"No, I have to pick Lucius up," Joan replied pleasantly, but with a renewed determination in her tone. She elbowed her way through the group and fled.

Just as Joan was heaving a sigh of relief at having escaped, Dustin rounded the corner and appeared beside her. "Why aren't you going out with them?" he asked quizzically.

Joan had been reluctant to go, in fact, largely due in part to her fear of getting drunk. She was terrified of what she might do in her uninhibited state.

"Uh... I'm going home for dinner. Lucius will be done with school soon," Joan replied hesitantly.

Dustin narrowed his eyes. That didn't sound like Joan at all.

"Are you afraid that Larry will be angry?" Dustin probed.

Joan's eyes shifted uneasily. Evasively, she muttered, "All right, I'll be making a move first. See you!"

Dustin was right.

When Joan had previously gotten drunk with Dustin and stayed overnight in the hotel, Larry hadn't said a word. Joan could, however, perceive that Larry had had his misgivings.

It was the reason why Joan was returning home dutifully today.

Dustin was left watching Joan's departing figure. His hands, hanging by his sides, had clenched unwittingly into fists. Dustin's face wore a grim expression.

One day, Larry, I'll see to it that you hand over this woman to me yourself! Dustin vowed.

"Jessica, what on earth's happened?"

"That's right. How can something like this happen?"

"Did your Dad and Mom say anything before they passed away?"

At the funeral, a group of friends and relatives gathered in front of Jessica, clamoring for her attention.

"Calm down, please, everyone! I know that you're all concerned for Dad and Mom, but they're no longer around..." Jessica shouted, fighting both to quell the noise of the crowd and the emotions stirring within her.

Standing a little way off, Larry watched, sniggering.

Everyone gathered in front of Jessica looked like they were fervent, kindly friends, who came to support Jessica in her hour of need. In reality, however, Larry knew that most of those same persons comforting Jessica were secretly exulting in their hearts at this tragedy.

"I'm telling you, they got what was coming to them! They had nothing better to do than to swagger around." "How is that girl still alive though? Shouldn't she have been finished off with the rest of her family?"

A few others conferred agonizingly in the corner, gnashing their teeth.

The funeral was flooded with mourners and their tears. Few of those, however, were truly sincere.