Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1804


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1804


    Joan was confounded. What does the matter at thepany have anything to do with me?


    “Larry, this is really great news, but why are you thanking me?” Joan asked out of confusion.


    She had contributed nothing to the matter as she had been overseas all this time.


    Larry paused for a moment and cleared his throat.


    “Yes, I am thanking you. Didn’t you save Jory’s father? He called and asked Jory to give thepany


    back to us,” Larry exined.


    What? When did I save Jory’s father? Joan felt like she was in a very strange dream.


    “Larry, what are you saying? When did I save Jory’s father?”


    “Joan, just stay there for the time being. I’ll catch a flight there after I’ve dealt with matters here.” Larry


    hung up the phone afterward.


    The line went dead, and Joan realized that he had hung up on her.


    I saved Jory’s father? When? How?


    She had only been there for a few days, and had not met anyone in particr, only Dustin… and the


    old man.


    Could he be the old man?


    Is he Jory’s father? Really?


    What a coincidence.


    Then, the old man’s words rang in her ears, about how he could help her solve her problems.


    She made her way back to the old man’s ward. The old man wasying on the bed, reading a


    newspaper with his spectacles on. She noticed that the old man was engrossed in his paper, and Joan


    almost could not bear to disturb his tranquil moment.


    “Get in here. What are you standing out there for?” The man did not even lift his head and said.


    How does he know that I’m standing right outside?


    “Um, Mister. I’d like to ask you something.” Joan said awkwardly as she scratched the back of her


    head.


    “Fire away. Is it about thepany?” The old man readjusted his sses.


    “Um, yes. Did you really ask Jory to do that? Are you really Mr. Synder’s father?” Joan gauged the man


    before her, bbergasted at the coincidence.


    The old man looked at Joan and smiled.


    Yes, that’s true.


    “Yes, you’re right. I am Jory’s father,” the old man replied.


    “Thank you, thank you so much for helping us.” Joan hurriedly bowed to the generous old man.


    Somehow, Joan found it surprising that the man was indeed Jory’s father.


    “So, how do you n on thanking me?” The old man folded his papers.


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    It was a tough question.


    She did not have money, power, nor the ability to repay him. How should I thank him then? Helpless,


    Joan lowered her head.


    “Miss, why don’t you just cook for me?” The old man suggested.


    “I haven’t been able to enjoy a proper homecooked meal ever sinceing here. So, could you just


    cook for me, until the day you leave here? We’ll call it even then.” The old man smiled.


    “Really? Is it that simple?” Joan looked at him in disbelief.


    “Yes, it is. I know that you’re going to be even more ufortable if I don’t ask you to do something.


    So, just cook for me, will you?” The old man then continued to browse through his paper.


    “Okay, Mister. Since you’ve already requested it, I will cook for you starting tomorrow,” Joan said


    reassuringly.


    The old man chuckled to see her all worked up.


    The sun had alreadye up for some time while the woman in bed still had her eyes closed while she


    enjoyed the warmth.


    It had been a long time since Joanst had a good night’s sleep.


    Ring…


    “Hello,” Joan greeted as she yawned.


    “Joan, what are you doing? Are you still in bed? We’re heading out right now. Hurry up,” Dustin egged


    her on.


    Joan sprung out of her bed right away.