Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2768

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2768

She Has Been Framed

Joan stared quizzically at them. This lot of people is apparently here to stir up trouble, but I don't think I've offended anyone recently.

"I'm Joan." She frowned and walked towards those people.

"So, you're Joan Watts? Does this flower shop belong to you?”

"Yes." She nodded in reply, wondering what they were here for.

Suddenly, a young man behind the woman picked up a flower pot and hurled it onto the ground threateningly.

The atmosphere became tense at once.

Standing next to Joan, Delilah recoiled in horror and took a few steps back. On the other hand, Joan was rather calm, as if she had expected this to happen.

"Who are you guys? What do you want from us?" she asked coldly.

"Who am I? I'm the victim's family!" The woman's answer was tinged with dissatisfaction.

Victim? Who is the victim? What does this have to do with me? Joan stared at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Why? You don't dare to admit it, do you?" the woman snapped.

What should I admit? I've never harmed anyone.

Then, several bouquets of flowers were thrown to the ground.

Joan swung her gaze to the flowers and then back at the people in front of her, scowling. Those flowers on the floor were the flowers that the posh-looking lady bought this morning. "These flowers are poisonous!"

How is that possible? Joan quickly defended, "None of the flowers here are poisonous."

Both the flowers and the packaging had gone through strict inspections before they were sold to the customers. How can they be poisonous?

"My daughter got poisoned after buying these flowers, and she's now hospitalized." As she spoke, she started to tear up, and the next moment she turned insolent again. "Your flowers are poisonous! We've checked them!"

Joan frowned. "Fine. I'll hire someone to check my flowers. If it turns out to be our fault, I'll bear the full responsibility. But if it's not our fault..." Her voice trailed off.

It was her first time running a flower shop business. For sure, she would need to handle this matter with great care.

"Okay, you can get someone to examine them, and we'll wait here for the results. For the sake of fairness, we need to replace a professional to do it!"

The chosen professional must be someone who neither knew Joan nor the group of people in the store. Not long after that, the person came.

"Hi, please check these flowers for us and tell us if there's any problem with them," Joan greeted politely in a gentle tone of voice. "Okay." He nodded.

Finally, the results were out.

"These flowers..." The hired professional glanced at the flowers on the ground, seemingly in a tight spot.

Why is he acting like this? Are they really poisonous? Joan gave him a puzzled look, waiting for his answer.

"The flowers are indeed poisonous. You should throw them away," he declared.

At that instant, his words came like a bolt from the blue, and her mind went blank. Before these flowers were sold, I had checked them plenty of times. How can they be poisonous now?

"Joan Watts, what else do you have to say now?" the woman yelled, pointing her finger at Joan's face

What else can I say? I must have been framed.

Joan clenched her fists tightly and eyed at the people in front of her sharply. She then took a deep breath to collect herself and spoke in a gentle manner, "Please calm down, Madam. I still need to investigate more on this matter. Rest assured, I'll give you a satisfactory answer."

"What you said is nice, but who knows if you'll run away," the young man standing toward the back said. "We must report her to the police and get her arrested."

"Yeah, put her in jail!"

The group started to discuss among themselves with ominous looks.

"Wait! This matter has nothing to do with Joan. I was the one who sold the flowers," Delilah shouted all of a sudden.

Joan was stunned. She knew that it was her who wrapped the flowers and handed them over to that customer, not Delilah.