Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2596

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2596

Soon, the car pulled up at Jessica's villa.

"Where is this place?" Joan looked around and asked anxiously.

"This is my house," Jessica replied.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" Joan yelled shockingly.

Perhaps because Faye's death was too much to handle for Joan, she would have memory loss from time to time.

"I'm Jessica!"

"Who's Jessica? Was it you who killed Faye? Tell me, was it you?" Joan yelled while having Jessica in a chokehold.

Now, she had a complete mental breakdown.

Nancy's heart sank as she looked at Joan, whom she used to respect so much. At the same time, she began to feel worried about Jessica's safety. "Jessica, I'm worried that she'll hurt you," she said to Jessica seriously while prying Joan's fingers off of Jessica.

"Joan, let go!" Jessica tried very hard to pull Joan's hand away from her.

"It's okay," Jessica replied in between breaths after she wriggled free from Joan.

"Where's Faye? Where did she go? Why hasn't she come back?" The next moment, Joan asked.

"Faye is dead! Joan, you've to sober up now!" Nancy shouted.

Instantly, an awkward silence permeated in the air around them.

"You lied! Faye isn't dead! She only went on a trip. She said she was tired and wanted to get some rest," Joan murmured while twiddling her fingers.

"Joan, you've to accept the reality," Jessica said softly and looked extremely worried.

Joan lay on the couch, narrowed her eyes, and looked wasted. She still couldn't accept the fact that Faye had died.

"We're going to attend Faye's funeral tomorrow. Since you look weak, I suggest that you should stay here," Nancy proposed.

"I want to go," Joan suddenly replied calmly.

Joan's reply took them by surprise. Having recollected themselves, they came up to her and stroke her hair.

"Joan, are you alright now?" Nancy asked anxiously.

For two days, Joan looked sluggish and couldn't differentiate her imagination from reality. Hence, they felt hopeful after hearing Joan's reply just now.

"I've to attend Faye's funeral tomorrow." With that, Joan stood up from the couch. However, she went weak at the knees and collapsed on the couch again. "Jessica, cook some food for Joan now," Nancy hailed excitedly.

Jessica rushed toward the kitchen and began cooking.

Meanwhile, Larry was sitting on the couch in his office and staring at the phone number on the screen. After hesitating for quite some time, he finally made the call.

"How is she?" He asked in a low voice.

"She's better than before," Jessica replied, "and wants to attend Faye's funeral."

They hung up after having a brief conversation.

As Larry looked at the lonely moon from the window, he heaved a sigh and felt a little headache.

The next day, a posse of people arrived at the cemetery.

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, everyone was caught in a downpour.

"What are you doing here?" Jake pointed at Joan's nose and shouted.

"I'm here to bid my last farewell to Faye," Joan replied as she looked at the tombstone.

"We don't need it! Get out of here!"

"Jake!" Larry yelled.

"I know that you must be downcast, yet no one wishes to see the tragedy befell Faye," Larry said.

His advice fell on deaf ears as Jake had already gone berserk.

"Joan, get out of here! Neither Faye nor I want to see you again!" Jake continued yelling at Joan in front of him.

Instantly, everyone who attended the funeral had their eyes on Joan as though they wanted to listen to gossips.

"I heard that Faye died because of her."

"That woman is a vermin!"