Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2342

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2342

Larry could not bear to see Joan suffer any injustice or in pain.

"Ah!"

All of a sudden, Joan was shouting. The girl immediately ran up to her, looking worried.

"What's wrong, Joan? Are you having a nightmare?"

"Oh, I got a scare. I thought you left. Um, now that I can't be your travel buddy, you have to be careful."

"Don't worry about me. I'll stay with you until... you've recovered," the girl declared after a moment of hesitation. What a good girl. Joan smiled with relief.

It's quite a reassurance even though Larry, Ms. Young, and Lucius are not here.

Soon, Larry got off the plane and headed directly to the hospital.

At the same time, Joan was flipping through a magazine.

"Joan, if your husband suddenly comes to see you, will you feel touched?" The girl tried to sound her out.

She merely wanted to drop Joan a hint of Larry's unexpected appearance. As she and Larry were divorced, he had no obligation to take care of her.

"What are you talking about? Don't be ridiculous. Read your book," Joan responded.

Slightly disappointed, the girl sighed and walked out of the ward.

She has the face of a teenager, but a scheming mind of a matured woman. Smiling, Joan continued to read the magazine.

It was three in the morning when Larry arrived at the hospital. The patient was sound asleep.

"How's she? Is she okay?" He didn't bother to hide his frustration from the girl.

"Don't worry. She's emotionally stable now. She'll be okay after the surgery."

Walking up to the woman, Larry sat by the bed and held her hand tightly with a look of distress in his eyes.

She's already hospitalized in a matter of days on her trip! Larry was suddenly filled with guilt. If I hadn't agreed to a divorce, she wouldn't have gone on a trip and gotten injured. As he was engrossed in thought, he gradually closed his eyes.

The weather was perfect the next morning. There were even a few birds chirping on the window ledge.

After a good night's sleep, Joan rubbed her eyes, only to see a familiar face right in front of her.

I must be dreaming. She closed her eyes again and continued to sleep.

After some time, she woke up again and turned to her side to get off the bed so she could stretch her body, but the familiar face was still there.

A sudden wave of panic and anxiety gripped her.

Is this Larry? Am I dreaming? She immediately extended her right arm and stroked his hair.

It's true. Everything's real. But why would he appear out of the blue? She scrutinized the man suspiciously.

It has only been a few days, but he seems exhausted. She smoothed out his frown.

Sensing the movement, Larry immediately opened his eyes. He looked at Joan solemnly.

"You're awake? Are you feeling better?" he whispered while tucking her in.

"Don't worry. I'm fit as a fiddle. Look!" Joan smiled as she spread out her left arm.

She would have spread her right arm if it wasn't fractured.