Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2484
“No,” came Larry’s cold answer.
It was better to have as little communication with his family as possible so they wouldn’t find out about his condition. But his phone kept ringing and showed no signs of stopping unless he picked it up. His patience running thin, Larry gestured for Caspian to put the call on loudspeaker.
“Hello, Ms. Young,” he greeted.
“You little brat! Where were you? How dare you not answer my call!” Delilah sneaked a glance over her shoulder at Joan, who was still keeping herself occupied in the garden.
“I was busy and didn’t know that my phone was ringing, Ms. Young…”
“Bullcrap! Tell me what happened to you!”
Damn this woman’s sixth sense. How did she know? Of course, that didn’t mean that Larry was going to spill everything to her.
“Nothing, Ms. Young. You’re overthinking things. I’m doing alright, just swamped with work and as a result, unable to call home often,” Larry explained.
He was lying again. Delilah clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.
“If you don’t tell me what’s going on right this instant, then you can’t blame me for not keeping Joan in check and making sure she doesn’t get swept off her feet by some other guy!” she warned.
That got his attention.
“Ms. Young, you must absolutely not tell anyone what I am about to tell you. Especially not Joan.”
“Stop beating around the bush. Get it out!”
Larry ended up confessing to Delilah about everything, trusting that she would keep her promise.
“I understand,” reassured Delilah. “Take good care of yourself over there! And don’t worry too much about us; Joan’s doing fine and has no clue. She just thinks that you’re busy with work.”
She understood how Larry must be feeling; after all, who would be willing to stay in a foreign country for such a long time for no apparent reason? Sighing, she went back to the garden.
“What were you doing, Ms. Young?” Joan gave her a sidelong glance as she snipped away at some old branches.
“I went out for a break, that’s all.” She had no intention of revealing the truth that Larry was actually injured.
“Grandma, Mommy, why hasn’t Daddy come home yet? I haven’t seen him in a while… I miss him.” Pouting, Lucius threw himself into his mother’s arms.
Everyone in the family was eagerly anticipating Larry’s return home.
“He’s still working,” Joan told him. “He’ll come back after a while longer, okay?”
Lucius had been asking about Larry’s whereabouts since the first day the man had left the country.
“Come on, Lucius,” Delilah called out from the kitchen. “Let your mom rest; it’s been a long day for her. I’ve made fish stew for you!”
Lucius massaged Joan’s shoulders briefly in apology. “Sorry, Mommy.”
She couldn’t help the content smile that grew on her face, ruffling her son’s hair.
As the three of them sat down in the dining room to eat breakfast, Joan distantly thought to herself that the table seemed empty.
“Your father will come home soon, so don’t worry too much about him. Rather than thinking about him all day, you should be thinking about how you can get good grades so that he’ll be happy when he returns,” Delilah chided, making sure to give the child more servings.
Lucius tilted his head to one side in confusion. “You keep talking about grades, Grandma. I’m already the top scorer in our class, so why do I need to keep working hard?”
How could he think that he doesn’t need to work hard just because he’s the top scorer? Who taught him these wrong ideas? Delilah narrowed her eyes, sitting up straighter in her chair.
“As long you work hard enough, you will be able to achieve anything you want. Of course, you can’t rush the process, or else you’ll end up biting off more than you can chew,” she patiently told him.