Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2113

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2113

“I believe you,” Delilah smiled kindly up at him. “Um, if you all wouldn“t mind, I'd like to talk alone

with Joan for a bit."

Everyone nodded, slowly filing out of the ward. Joan padded over to the bed and ended up falling

to her knees by Delilah’s bedside, her eyes reddening with tears.

"Oh, Joan. I've never had a proper chance to chat with you, and now that I finally do, it's under these

circumstances,” Delilah swallowed the lump in her throat, sounding a little choked up as she

continued, “I've always been afraid of viewing you as my own daughter, but meeting you and Lucius

is the best thing that has ever happened to me. So, I sincerely ask you to please take good care of

Lucius. Who knows if I will really survive this surgery...”

“No! The operation will be a success and you will get better, Ms. Young!" Joan cried out, hiccupping.

“I've checked before, and all the surgeons are all the best money can get.”

“I know, I know. Dustin is a reliable person when it comes to these sort of life-or-death situations.

But just in case, I want to tell you something: Larry is a good man, and now that you're married to

each other, you should treasure the time you have with each other. I know Dustin and that Caiden

boy both like you, but you have to protect your family. Please don't go down the wrong path...”

Delilah’s eyes softened.

So she knows everything.

“Ms. Young, Larry is my husband, while Dustin and Caiden are just my friends. I know the difference,

and I won't abandon Larry and Lucius,” Joan mumbled, scared that the older woman would notice

the abnormality in her behavior.

Although, to be honest, she had realized this abnormality a long time ago since she first started

hiding in the corner of the hospital ward.

“Okay, you can leave the room now. Ask Larry to come in; I'd like to talk with him as well.” Delilah

reached out, gently stroking Joan's hair.

Slowly rising from the floor, Joan walked over to the door and quietly called for Larry as she left the

room.

The next moment, tears blurred her vision as the women around her gathered to hug her.

“It's okay, Joan. Don't be like that. Ms. Young will be okay.”

“That's right! What about the child? Go on, wipe your tears. Lucius just went to the washroom and is

coming right back.”

That successfully got Joan to stop crying.

“Everything's going to be fine.” Dustin came over and patted her back lightly.

She trusted Dustin, but she couldn't shake the irrational worry that an accident might occur during

the surgery.

“Larry...” Delilah waved at him from inside the ward.

The man swiftly made his way to her. “Yes, Ms. Young.”

“There are some things I need to tell you. If the surgery fails, I won't get another chance to

otherwise,” Delilah coughed out.

“I will admit that you're a good man. When I first met you, I did have some misunderstandings

towards you..."

Delilah struggled to get the words out, every sentence stealing a part of her energy away from her.

The sight tugged at Larry's heartstrings.

“I promise you that I will take good care of Joan and Lucius and you, Ms. Young. Your surgery will go

smoothly without a hitch. Have some confidence in yourself, exactly like how the surgeon is

confident in this operation.”

They chatted for a while, both ignoring the fact that these might be Delilah’s dying words.

This was a dangerous operation, with its own share of risks and hopes. Dustin had been telling

everyone over and over that the surgery would definitely succeed because he'd merely wanted to

let Delilah have hope.

In reality, Delilah understood her own condition very well. If she survived this surgery, she would

have a few extra years left to live; if she didn't, then her life would end here.

And even if it did, she would be leaving no regrets behind.

In the operating theater, Delilah had long since closed her eyes and entrusted everything to fate

and luck. Outside, everyone waited restlessly. Joan paced up and down the corridor as she hugged

herself, her eyes red and swollen and a permanent frown on her face.