Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2277

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2277

"How is Lucius?" Joan asked, raising her head.

"He keeps talking about you and Larry during dinner and wishing for you to go home."

In the blink of an eye, Joan was overwhelmed with a sense of guilt.

"Please give me some time to take everything in, Ms. Young."

She couldn't muster up the courage to face Larry's disloyalty, nor to face any other man. She knew she had to talk this out with him, but she needed some time to gather her thoughts.

"Alright, I'll wait for you. Lucius is doing well, so don't worry about him too much. The most important thing is that you take good care of yourself, remember to eat your meals daily, and also go for a walk from time to time. Staying indoors all day is unhealthy for you," reminded Delilah.

She understood very well how hard it would be for a woman to recover from a bout of sadness, and how many times Joan must have cried after that incident.

"Oh? Hello there, Ms. Young," Dustin's voice suddenly called out as he walked in.

Why is he here? Delilah stared at him in confusion. From the way he changed his shoes to slippers and how he stored them away, she could tell that he knew this place well. "Do you come here every day, Dustin?" she asked.

"Nope. Joan stopped me from coming back here a few days ago, but I wanted to drop off some groceries," Dustin hurriedly replied. "I figured that she should have run out of them by now."

So he had been the one looking after her all this time.

How could this be? What if Larry found out?

"What's going on here, Joan?" Delilah clutched Joan's arm.

"Nothing's going on. Dustin is just concerned about me, as you can see." Why does everyone assume that she and Dustin are having an affair?

“That's not it, Joan. You're currently stuck in a sensitive phase in your relationship; you shouldn't be interacting with other men this intimately. What would Larry think?"

But Joan didn't think much of it.

She hadn't done anything wrong to Larry. Hence, she couldn't stop others from saying whatever they had in mind.

"I was wondering why you left the supermarket in a hurry every time work hours were over, Mr. Silverman! I never knew that you were visiting Joan!" A female supermarket worker suddenly popped out of nowhere, exclaiming loudly.

Is this a prank? Why is she here? Joan's eyebrows furrowed, perplexed as she spotted the girl from afar.

She didn't think that she was that close with this girl to the extent that she would come to pay her a visit. On the other hand, Delilah, sitting beside her, had an unsettling gut feeling that a storm was heading their way.

"Why are you here? Do you need something?" Dustin frowned, not a single hint of kindness in his expression.

"Since Mr. Silverman has come all the way to visit Joan, I thought that I should do the same too," the girl puffed her cheeks out indignantly, holding her chin high in the air.

She's just here to start a fight, isn't she?

Joan slowly got to her feet, went near the girl, and asked politely, "Are you here to see me? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Hmph. What a slut. She has a husband and children at home, but still trying to steal someone's man! The girl clenched her fists, her gaze sharpened.

"Yeah, I'm here to see you."

Slap!

The words had barely left the girl's mouth when her palm flew across Joan's face, leaving an angry red imprint on her skin.

"Joan!" Delilah ran over, pulling Joan to stand behind her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dustin roared. "Leave now!"

Dustin has always been so warm and forgiving, but now he has lost his temper because of this woman? What a joke! The girl scoffed, softening her voice into a whiny one as she pouted, "What's wrong, Mr. Silverman? You've never scolded me before?"

She has the gall to stand there and play the victim when she was clearly the one who hit Joan? Delilah instantly walked forward, pushing the girl back. "I knew you are here to start a fight! What right do you have to stand here and hit Joan? Who do you think you are?"