Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2555

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2555

“Larry, let me ask you a hypothetical question. If Dustin doesn’t wake up and Joan has to look after him all her life, what are you going to do?” Jessica asked on purpose.

“I’ll wait for her my whole life then,” he replied.

To have made such an irresponsible decision for himself, I’m afraid he has gone mad.

“No!” Jessica yelled.

“Larry, I’m begging you, alright? Joan doesn’t dare to face her feelings, but it doesn’t mean you must waste your entire life on her,” Jessica pleaded.

He believed that one day, Joan would return to his side once Dustin came out of his coma. Until then, all the three of them needed was time. After all, he was willing to wait, even if he had to do so till old age.

“Shut up! Stop talking about this or you will have to get down,” Larry muttered heartlessly.

Forget it. Persuading him is just a waste of time. With her eyes filled with rage, Jessica turned her face away and looked out the window.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Joan was carefully wiping Dustin’s face. When he saw two figures enter, she wasn’t surprised at all. As for Larry, he had seen her clean Dustin countless times to the extent he had stopped feeling jealous.

“How has he been recently? Any improvements?” Larry asked.

“He’s still the same and has made no progress at all,” Joan answered while she worked.

Watching Dustin lie on his bed, Larry didn’t feel a shred of emotion.

“Doctor, is this man still able to wake up?” Suddenly, Jessica grabbed the doctor by his arms and demanded.

After glancing at Dustin and returning his attention to Jessica, the doctor shook his head without a word.

He didn’t mean that Dustin couldn’t wake up. Instead, he just indicated that he didn’t know if or when Dustin would.

“Stop asking. No one knows if he will ever wake up,” Joan softly chided.

Damn Dustin for being in the way! As Jessica clenched her fist, the intimidating vibe she emitted caused the doctor to not dare utter another word.

As life went on, an implicit understanding gradually formed where no one would talk about what happened between Joan and Dustin.

Everything sort of became routine.

“Urgh…” Suddenly, Dustin grunted.

When Joan raised her head to check, she didn’t see any movements and went back to sleep on the sofa.

And then, he grunted again.

Joan sprang up from the sofa and quickly scanned her surroundings.

I must be hearing things. There’s no one else in here other than Dustin and I. How can there be another man’s voice? It must have been a dream. She scratched her head in desperately as if to wake herself up further.

Smash! The vase suddenly crashed onto the ground.

What’s going on? Joan turned on the lights in the room to check.