Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2770

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2770

Have You Disposed The Flowers

"Hey, we should leave. He is Larry Norton, the president of Norton Corporation," an older-looking man explained to the youngsters.

The youngsters did not recognize Larry's face, but they immediately scurried away in fear after they heard his name.

Seeing him right beside her, Joan snuggled up to Larry and heaved a sigh of relief. "Why are you here?"

Thank God he came just in time to save me.

"Don't you want me to be back? How could I stand to watch you getting bullied?" Larry held her face and pecked her lips. Then, he asked worriedly, "How's the investigation? Have you found anything yet?" "No, that customer is still in a coma and hasn't woken up yet." She shook her head and pursed her lips in dismay.

"Anything I can help?"

"No, thanks. I'll do it on my own," she replied determinedly with a ruthless gleam in her eyes. I'm sure I can replace out the truth by myself.

"Okay then. Call me if you need anything." Larry gave her a squeeze affectionately.

The two of them flirted a little more before cleaning up the mess in the store and left.

Currently, Joan had neither the intention to go home nor visit Delilah at the police station. All she wanted to do now was wait for the poisoned customer to turn conscious at the hospital and prove her innocence.

Both Larry and Joan sat silently in the car, trying to digest the recent happenings.

After a long while, he turned to her and broke the silence, looking at her worriedly. "How's Ms. Young?"

"She's okay. It's just that she wants me to investigate the incident," Joan replied solemnly.

D*mn it! Who the hell frames Joan? The more he thought of it, the more annoyed he became. He punched the steering wheel in fury.

Seeing the furious look on him, Joan drew back in surprise and held his hand. "Don't worry. I'll replace out who's behind it." A cold look flickered across her eyes.

Shortly after, the car came to a stop in front of the hospital, and they headed straight to the ward.

As they passed by the nurse station, a nurse greeted Joan amicably, "Hi, Ms. Watts." Joan merely gave her a nod in reply.

Then, they walked into the room where the poisoned customer was. Upon entering the room, it was indeed the posh-looking customer that morning. She was now lying on the bed, unconscious and pale. Can she really wake up from the coma? Joan felt despair all of a sudden.

Just then, an elderly woman who was sitting beside the customer saw them at the door and rose to her feet. "What are you two doing here?"

"Madam, I'm here to visit her," Joan answered gently.

"You don't need to visit her! Go away!" As she spoke, she came towards them and pushed Joan out.

Meanwhile, Larry walked to the bedside and observed the customer up close, trying to see if it was a pretense.

Later, he approached the old lady with a deep frown and questioned, "How long has she been like this?"

"That's none of your business!" she retorted. "It's all because of those poisonous flowers."

The tension in the air increased instantly.

Is she avoiding my question on purpose? Larry regarded her with suspicion.

After that, Larry went to the doctor's office and asked the reason why the customer was unconscious.

"Yes, she was indeed poisoned, and the poison came from the flowers," the doctor answered with a solemn look.

It's not a pretense then. Larry walked to the window and narrowed his eyes, pondering. After that, he exchanged a few more words with the doctor and left the office.

He then went to Joan, who was now standing outside the room. "Joan, where are the flowers? Have you thrown them away?"

"No. They're still at the shop," she replied, and a wave of helplessness swept through her.

Ever since the incident that day, I would become low-spirited whenever I see those flowers in the shop. I never have the slightest intention to harm anyone, and yet, I'm now a heinous sinner in the eyes of others.