Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2469

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2469

Despite that, Joan will probably understand my character, yes? Larry's brows furrowed slightly, and his expression turned grim. "What should we do now, Ms. Duff? Do we still keep watch here?" a burly bodyguard at the door of the hospital room asked. At that question, Della glanced over her shoulder at the hospital room as a flicker of hesitation flashed across her eyes. "Continue to keep watch here." After saying that, she left.

One day, you'll fall for me, Larry Norton! Her determined gaze had the people around her instinctively backing away several steps. "Who's that woman with such a powerful aura?”

"I don't know, but you can tell that she's rich. After all, she even has a boy toy."

"Really? Are you saying that the man in that hospital room is her boy toy?"

A few nurses were gossiping in hushed tones in the corner of the corridor, all wearing nosy expressions on their faces.

All of a sudden, Della stopped in her tracks and marched toward the director's office. Her eyes blazed with a murderous look.

"Ms. Duff? Why are you here?" the director exclaimed with a bright smile as he bolted to his feet at once.

"Dismiss the few nurses in the corner of the corridor!" Della ordered bluntly.

Upon hearing that, the director was instantly taken aback. Huh? What did those few nurses do to offend this woman before me that she's so incensed right now?

"The reason being, making up stories and spreading rumors about other people indiscriminately during working hours. Thus, there's a problem with their character." As Della said that, she pushed open the doo and left the office.

Her arrival and departure were like a gust of wind, there a moment and gone the next. Meanwhile, the director stared at her disappearing back with envy in his eyes. Then, he picked up his glasses and ambled toward the aforementioned corner.

"Really? Surely not? She doesn't seem to be that kind of person."

"Why not? For a woman to have accomplished so much, she must have traded it with her body, and it was likely multiple times at that."

"Don't run your mouth. She seems quite decent."

The few nurses were still gossiping without the slightest inkling that disaster was mere seconds away.

"The lot of you don't need to come to work anymore. Pack your things and leave," the director enunciated disdainfully after having gone over to them.

In a flash, the few women were stunned. What on earth happened that the director himself is here to dismiss us?

"Today isn't April Fools' Day, so please don't joke with us," a woman, who was usually friendly with men, said with a chuckle.

"I'm serious. Don't blame me for it, but blame your mouths that just couldn't stay zipped." After the director had said that, he made to leave.

"Wait... But what did we do? We've always been conscientious and responsible. Why are you suddenly dismissing us when we've been working so hard?" a nurse inquired beseechingly, grabbing his arm at

once.

"Because the lot of you have offended someone. Besides, this hospital doesn't need people like you. We need capable and reliable nurses, not people like you who gossip every day. Alright, that's all I'm saying on that matter, so go and pack your things. Remember, no matter where you go in the future, don't simply talk about others."

All at once, understanding dawned upon the few nurses. Oh God, it was the woman with the powerful aura who got us fired!

"What should I do? My mother will definitely kill me if she learns that I've been dismissed by the hospital!"

"I'm in the same boat. I've finally gotten a job, so my father will surely reprimand me again now that I've suddenly been dismissed."

As the director looked at the few dejected women some distance away, he shook his head.

They have only themselves to blame since it was a mess they brought upon themselves! Besides, Della Duff isn't someone to be gossiped about. Ah, they're just too young to know better!

In the hospital room, Larry remained lying on the bed. As he stared at the photo in his hand, his lips curved into a smile every so often.

It was a photo of Joan.