Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1729

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1729

In all honesty, Joan didn’t blame Larry as she understood him. However, she couldn't speak on

behalf of Finnick and Vivian since they had poured their blood, sweat, and tears into the company.

Now that it had ended up in such a sorry state, even she herself wasn't certain whether Finnick

would condemn Larry.

"You're here, Ms. Joan?" The housemaid wiped her hands on her apron. Then, she spotted Leslie in

Joan's arms. “Oh, you even brought Leslie along!”

Joan flashed her a polite smile. “Is Vivian and Finnick home?”

Smiling at her in return, the housemaid then hollered in the direction of the house, “Mr. Norton and

Mrs. Norton, Ms. Joan and Leslie are here!”

The moment Vivian saw Joan and Leslie, she hurried forward and carried him from Joan's arms. It

had been a while since she last saw the baby. She hadn't visited them out of worry that she would

be a bother. She initially thought that they would bring him back for a visit in a few days, but it

turned out that they actually dragged their feet until now.

Having not laid eyes on him for a long time, Vivian truly missed her grandchild greatly. She cradled

Leslie in the crook of her arms and rocked him gently, but it seemed that he had had enough sleep

Surprisingly, he didn’t throw a tantrum but pointed at them while giggling with his petite mouth

open.

By then, Finnick had also walked over, and he looked as though he wanted to snatch the child from

Vivian. At that moment, the two elderly people whose hair was threaded with gray resembled two

immature children vying for their beloved toy.

At the sight of them both showering their affection on Leslie, Joan breathed a sigh of relief. Phew!

With Leslie diverting their attention, they most likely won't pressure Larry no matter how angry they

are!

Before she could even say anything, Finnick had already seen through her and smilingly remarked,

"Well? Are you here to entrust Leslie's care to us?”

Huh? I initially brought Leslie over so that I'll gain the upper hand, but why am I now on the passive

end? As her intentions were suddenly exposed, she chuckled awkwardly. “Ah well, I was worried that

you two would miss Leslie.”

In the next moment, it was Vivian who exposed her, saying, “Okay, okay, that's enough. If you were

truly worried that we were missing Leslie, you would've brought him over ages ago. You wouldn't

have left this elderly couple languishing in loneliness until now.”

Ah, why didn’t Larry inherit Vivian's humor? What a shame! Joan lamented inwardly. Sure enough,

her worry had been proven to be warranted, for it was always difficult to fool the elderly.

“Well? Arent you going to say anything? Have we hit the nail on the head, then?” Finnick

deliberately taunted. When he saw her terrified expression at his words, he then gave a soft cough.

In the blink of an eye, he turned serious and solemnly patted her on the shoulder. “It's fine. I've

known about the situation at the company. My stance remains the same—everything will work itself

out in the end.”

"What if things fall apart?” Joan blurted out of the blue.

Amused by their daughter-in-law’s instinctive riposte, Finnick and Vivian doubled over in laughter.

After a long while, Finnick finally stifled his laughter and said to her with feigned authoritativeness,

“Fall apart? Even if they fall apart, there'll still be debris left. When it comes to money, it'll be yours if

it's meant to be. But if otherwise, it'll be of no use no matter how hard you work.”

“Furthermore, it's not like the Norton family can't survive without the company,” Vivian added.

Hmm? This doesn't seem right... It's completely different from the script I'd imagined! Shouldn't

they be wearing forbidding expressions and asking me what Larry is doing at the office all day that

he has ruined their decades of hard work?

How could it be this scene before me instead? They actually busted a gut laughing, then went to the

side to discuss what brand of crib and milk to purchase for Leslie? Are there parents who could care

less about their son than them?

Shellshocked, she stood rooted to the spot. In the end, it was the housemaid who snapped her back

to reality, urging, “Don't just stand there, Ms. Joan. Please have a seat.” Only then did she compose

herself and sat on the sofa.

When Vivian noticed that she still seemed restless, she smiled. “Are you still worried about Larry?”