Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2081

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2081

"Huh? Ms. Young isn't back yet?” Joan turned to look at Larry.

“Goodness, it slipped my mind entirely. Hurry up and give her a call,” Larry urged at once.

Just after Joan had picked her cell phone up, a crash rang out the next moment. Perchance due to

her anxiety, her cell phone slipped to the floor, and the screen cracked.

"What's going on? What's this sense of unease that I simply can't shake off? It's as though

something bad is imminent,” she muttered.

“Don't let your imagination run wild. I'll call her instead.” Larry made the call right away.

However, no one answered even after a long time had passed. Lucius then started panicking, and

his eyes grew red.

“Mom, shall we go and have a look at the garden?” he suggested.

“Sure.” The three of them hurried over to the garden.

“Ms. Young?" Joan called out, but no reply came from around her.

“Grandma?” Lucius hollered at the top of his lungs.

What exactly is going on? The door is open, so why isn’t she here? A trace of fear manifested in

Joan's eyes. Don't tell me something has happened to her?

“Grandma!” All of a sudden, Lucius started wailing. “Mom, Grandma is here! Come quickly!"

Upon hearing that, Larry and Joan instantly rushed over, only to be greeted by the sight of Delilah

lying on the ground with her eyes closed.

There was a hint of blood at the corner of her mouth, and she was clutching a flower tightly in both

hands.

"Ms. Young! Wake up, Ms. Young..." Joan shook her body forcefully.

“Calm down, Joan. We're going straight to the hospital, so bring Lucius along! Hurry!” As Larry said

that, he scooped Delilah up and strode toward the car.

Thank God, traffic was smooth throughout the drive to the hospital. In the car, Joan grasped

Delilah’s petite hand tightly, her eyes shimmering with tears.

“Mom, what's wrong with Grandma?” Lucius sobbed.

In no time, the car came to a stop in front of the hospital. “Doctor! Quick, there's a patient here who

requires immediate treatment!”

In the flash, doctors and nurses dashed over.

Outside the emergency room, Joan hovered at the door with her hands tightly clasped together.

Meanwhile, Lucius dashed his tears away while sitting on the chair.

Such an incident has never before happened to Ms. Young, and she has always been in great health.

Why did she suddenly pass out today? Is she keeping something from me?

Click! After an indeterminate time, the light above the emergency room finally went off.

“Doctor, how is Ms. Young's condition? Is it serious?” Joan promptly blocked the doctor's path.

“As her daughter, how could you have been so careless? If she hadn't received timely treatment, she

might not have survived. She's already up in years, so don't have her bustling about anymore. She

must be worn out every day, yes? You should let her rest well. Remember this—once someone gets

up in years, accidents may happen anytime..." the doctor lectured.

Trembling, Joan listened to every single word out of the doctor's mouth.

He's right. Ms. Young goes to the garden every day. The flowers there require tending, not to

mention that there are a lot of them. On top of that, I've been staying in the house for the past few

days to lie low, so I haven't been to the garden to help her out...

She hung her head as intense guilt assailed her.

"Alright, don’t blame yourself too much. Just have a care in the future, and it'll be fine. On the

whole, Ms. Young is quite fit, so it's just over-exhaustion.” The doctor then spun around and left.

In the ward, Ms. Young attempted to open her eyes as she lay on the bed, only to realize that she

didn't even have that much energy.

“Are you hungry, Ms. Young?” Joan inquired.

"Huh? Am I still alive? I thought...” All of a sudden, Delilah gave a cough.

“What are you saying, Grandma? You're not a hundred years old yet!" Lucius countered.

"Ah, how I love you, my beloved grandson!” At that exact moment, Larry slipped out and went into

the doctor's office right next door.

“Doctor, be frank with me. Is there some other problem with Ms. Young's health?” At his question,

the doctor opposite him turned conflicted with discomfiture written all over his face.

“Doctor, we have the right to know about Ms. Young's condition,” Larry insisted.