Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 1911

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1911

Chapter 1911 The Gift

The women exchanged glances and smiled smugly.

“Don’t worry. Ms. Brooks has gone on a work trip. She’s not here,” one of them explained cheerfully.

No wonder everyone is ecstatic. But then again, I thought Ms. Brooks hates going outstation. That’s strange.

After Joan spent some time with the girls in the supermarket, she came home to find a nervous Delilah who was hastily getting ready to head out the door.

“Ms. Young, what’s going on?” Joan hurried over to her side.

“It’s Freya. She’s in the hospital,” Delilah replied and sighed in exasperation.

Joan was startled. I thought she was on a work trip?

“Ms. Young, I’ll go with you,” Joan said before she hurriedly followed suit.

In the hospital, Freya’s parents were wailing and crying at the top of their lungs. After squeezing through the grief-stricken parents, Joan finally saw the woman lying on a hospital bed.

That’s Ms. Brooks, for sure.

A glint of sorrow flashed under her eyes as she looked at the unconscious woman.

“Freya!” the manager called out her name while rushing frantically into the ward.

“What are you doing here? This is all your fault!” Freya’s mother charged forward and grabbed onto the manager’s arm. A commotion broke out in the ward as they tried to calm the parents down.

“Doctor, how’s she doing?” Joan found the doctor outside the ward.

Shaking his head, the doctor replied, “I’ve watched her grow up since she was a little kid. And now, she’s fallen into a coma state.”

As though she was hit on the head, Joan collapsed onto the floor with a blank look on her face.

“Joan, are you alright?” Delilah quickly helped her up and patted her shoulder gently. “Why don’t you head home first? I’m their long-time family friend, so I’m going to stay back for a while.”

Joan slowly got on her feet; her eyes were still filled with disbelief at the rapid unfolding of events. Even though Freya did give her a hard time at work, most of them were of juvenile mischief than life-threatening harms, and her heart sank at the sight of Freya lying motionless on the hospital bed.

This is all too sudden. How did this happen?

Something struck Joan as she recalled their last conversation two weeks ago.