Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2500

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2500

Suddenly, Delilah said, "Yesterday, Larry came home rather late."

Well, indeed. Joan vaguely remembered Larry carrying her into the bedroom. She nodded and then asked, "When are we leaving?"

"Now. So hurry and have your breakfast."

Why are we in such a hurry? Nevertheless, Joan complied as she trotted toward the dining room.

She finished her breakfast in no time. Soon, the two were ready to go.

"This old friend of mine had helped me a lot when I was young. I heard that she is in poor health, so I need to visit her. It is such an unforgettable past. Back then, ..." Delilah started telling Joan about her past.

As people grew old, they would always reminisce about the good old days. Delilah was no exception. It was only that she had hidden those memories in her heart when those people whom she was once familiar with walked out of her life.

"... That's why I feel so close to Nancy. When you get old, you will feel happy as well when you recall all those sweet memories."

Delilah's words really tugged at Joan's heartstrings.

How time flies when moments become memories in the blink of an eye! Life was short, and it would only be meaningful if one made the most of time.

"Ms. Young, you're a kind and friendly woman. Did you have a lot of girlfriends back then?" Joan asked.

"I wouldn't say I have a lot of besties, but I sure have a lot of friends. They loved to hang out with me. However, we slowly lost contact after they got married," Delilah spoke with a hint of melancholy in her voice.

In life, everyone would have to experience countless separations and reunions.

Later that day, in the ward.

"How are you? Do you feel better?" Delilah asked with her voice full of concern.

Lying on the bed was an amicable-looking old lady. "Why do you come all the way here?" she asked.

"I'm here to see you. What, do you not welcome me?" Delilah pouted, pretending to be offended.

It was the first time Joan saw Delilah acting so childish, and it showed that the latter was close to that old lady.

"Who's this young lady? Your daughter?" the old lady queried, looking at Delilah doubtfully.

"No, but I treat her like my daughter," Delilah replied.

Although they hadn't met for a long time, the two went on and on, catching up with one another without any signs of awkwardness. Joan watched them silently from the side, a twinge of envy brewing. Perhaps when she got old, she could still have high tea and talk about naughty grandchildren or even go shopping with her friends.

It would be a blessing to keep in contact with her friends, just like Delilah and that old lady.

Just then, her phone in her purse rang. As soon as she answered the call, Larry's voice was heard over the phone, "Where are you? Why is there nobody at home?"

In a soft voice, she answered, "Ms. Young went to visit his old friend, and she brought me along. Why did you call?"

"When are you guys coming back? I'll go fetch you."

"There is no need. We're going home soon."

They then ended the call after a short chat.

Soon after, Delilah approached her and asked, "Who's that? Larry?"

Joan replied, "Yes. He's home now."

Meanwhile, Larry was bored sitting on the couch in the living room while looking at the empty house.

Lucius, Joan and Delilah was out. He felt lonely being the only one at home.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice calling out viciously, "Joan Watts!"

It's her? What is she doing here? Instantly, Larry made his way toward the door to see Gabriela calling Joan's name outside the house.