Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2751

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2751

Delilah Lost Her Temper

After Joan and Delilah had exchanged a few more words, they then hung up the phone.

“Where did Mom go, Grandma? Why isn’t she home yet?” Lucius asked worriedly while seated on the sofa in the living room.

“There’s something she has to handle recently, so she has gone on a business trip.” Delilah gently patted him on the head. I wonder whether the matter has been resolved and how is Joan faring right now.

After all, she knew Joan all too well. She was aware that Joan was the kind of person who never wanted others to worry, so even if she had claimed that everything was fine, Delilah was still worried.

Click!

The door swung open, heralding Larry’s return.

“Dad!” Lucius threw himself into Larry’s arms.

Picking him up, Larry promptly turned to the side and looked at Delilah. “Is she not home yet?” he queried.

“No,” Delilah murmured as she shook her head. Then, she glanced at Lucius, who was in his arms.

Larry naturally understood her meaning, so he carried Lucius into the room before coming out. Subsequently, Delilah explained, “She wants to stay elsewhere for some time.”

“Okay.” Surprisingly, Larry didn’t object to it. Since reporters have been here, it’s only natural that she hides out elsewhere for some time. Besides, it isn’t anything positive. After being misunderstood for such a long time, her reputation will definitely be marred even if she manages to prove her innocence in the end.

“Larry, how about you lend her a hand…” Delilah suggested haltingly.

“I believe that she can handle it by herself.” As Larry said that, he strode into the adjacent bedroom.

Joan is no longer the kind and naive girl she once was. Having established a flower shop now, she has many goals to be accomplished one by one, so she needs to firm up her capabilities and mental aptitude.

When the warm sunlight hit the ground through the window the next day, Delilah simply straightened the house before heading to the flower shop.

No sooner had she unlocked the door and flipped the open sign over when a horde or people charged in.

“Is this Joan Watts’ flower shop?”

“Is Joan Watts the owner?”

“Where has Joan Watts disappeared to?”