Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2914

Chapter 2914

"I guess. The doctors said that I can be discharged after a few days of rest, Joan told Abelyn excitedly.

The latter narrowed her eyes, a murderous aura emanating off of her.

"Where's Dustin? He didn't come with you?" Joan asked, cocking her head to one side.

What?Does she miss Dustin or something? Abelyn swallowed back her rising disgust and wrath before forcing her voice to stay calm as she replied, "Oh, he's been busy lately, so I came alone." The truth was that Dustin had no idea that she had come to visit Joan.

"Ms. Watts, it's time for your medication." A nurse entered the room, her nose wrinkling in dissatisfaction at the sight of Abelyn.

"What are you doing here? Family visiting hours are long over? Joan hurriedly explained, "She's my friend." "Friends aren't allowed in here either.

All visitors are required to leave the hospital before eleven o'clock at night." The nurse gave Abelyn a suspicious sidelong glance.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to argue with the nurse, Abelyn decided to take her leave.

She hadn't expected the hospital staff to be so petty regarding curfew.

Joan furrowed her eyebrows together as she watched her friend leave, feeling regretful that she couldn't talk with her more.

The nurse thought otherwise.

She had seen many visitors come and go in all her years of working at the hospital, and had learned to see through people's facades and figure out their true intentions. "Ms. Watts, I think it's best if you don't get too close to that woman,' she advised her patient.

Huh? Joan's eyes widened.

But Abelyn's my best friend who has always been willing to sacrifice her own life for me!Why would the nurse say such a thing? She stared up at the nurse in confusion. "It's just a suggestion." The nurse left with those parting words, sighing as she closed the door behind her.

Sometimes, ignorance was bliss.

Meanwhile, Joan hadn't taken any of the nurse's advice to heart at all.

In her eyes, friendship and sisterhood were more important than anything else.

Even if Abelyn ended up hurting her, she would always choose to forgive Abelyn.

But would she really hurt me? Joan stared blankly out the window at the pitch-black skies outside.

"Dad!" Della pushed the door open lightly and said her greetings.

She hadn't anticipated for her father to return to the country so soon.

Standing off to one side, Larry had a calm and unreadable expression on his face.

Fred turned around and took slow steps toward his daughter, fixing her with a stern gaze as his back remained ramrod straight. Slap! His palm flew across her face.

Both Della and Larry were rendered speechless; this was the first time that Fred had ever laid his hands on his own daughter.

Fred had always felt sorry toward Della for being absent throughout most of her childhood and letting her grandparents be responsible for raising her.

After bringing her back to live with him, he had done nothing except spoil her and indulge her.

Yet, he had just slapped her in public.

Fred couldn't stop the oncoming coughing fit that abruptly overcame him, clutching onto the front of his shirt.

"Dad..." Della whimpered, her eyes filled with tears.

So she acknowledges me as her father, but still refuses to heed any of my warnings! It was true that Della was his one and only daughter, as well as the only heir to his company.

But if she was acting out or her performance was below par, he didn't mind donating all of his wealth to a charity.

"Please calm down, Mr. Duff." Larry had instantly rushed over to him, patting the old man's back in a reassuring motion.

You a*shole.

You must have said something about me, or else Dad would never bear to hit me like this! Holding her sore cheek, Della glared venomously at Larry, hatred boiling up within her. Naturally, Fred could tell exactly what his daughter was thinking.

Looking up at her, he said matter-of-factly, "This has nothing to do with Larry.

I investigated everything by myself.'