Joanna’s heart raced as her face reddened, arriving downstairs.
Upon seeing her, Jeremy was confused, "Sis, why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well somewhere?"
Seeing Jeremy’s eyes full of inquiry and confusion, Joanna inexplicably felt a little guilty.
As if she had already been seen through.
Even though she knew Jeremy couldn’t know anything.
After all, Jeremy hadn’t even been in a single relationship before.
Yet thinking about that embarrassing incident, her face flushes uncontrollably.
She feels heat surging in her face.
"Huh, where’s Ashton?"
Looking around, Jeremy noticed Ashton Heath hadn’t come downstairs with Joanna.
"Ahem, Ashton... he’ll be down shortly."
Mentioning Ashton Heath, Joanna’s eyes flickered twice, her face flushing even more.
Seeing her reaction, Jeremy’s suspicions grew stronger.
Frowning at Joanna, he said, "Sis, are you hiding something from me?"
Joanna’s eyes flicked again, as she avoided his gaze. She quickly sat down across from Jeremy, picked up a fork and randomly picked some food for him, "Jeremy, Ashton has a chef here that cooks delicious food. You try this dish and tell me how it tastes?"
He felt his sister was definitely up to something.
Ashton hadn’t even come down yet, so why was she already picking up her fork?
His sister wasn’t usually this casual.
Such an unusual action seemed like a deliberate attempt to divert attention.
Just as Jeremy was about to say something, Joanna’s phone rang.
Joanna breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the phone ringing and immediately took it out.
But when she glanced at the name on the screen, her expression changed.
The phone kept ringing, but Joanna hesitated to answer the call.
Jeremy noticed something was off and quickly asked, "Who’s calling you, sis?"
Joanna looked at him and said, "Mrs. Benington."
Jeremy’s expression changed as well, "Mrs. Benington? Sis, you already broke up with David Benington, why is she calling you?"
"I haven’t told them about our breakup yet."
Joanna thought about it and said, "Maybe she’s calling me about it."
The phone rang a few more times, and Joanna hesitated but picked it up in the end.
"Hello, Mrs. Benington."
"Joanna." A middle-aged woman’s voice came, sounding emotionally stirred, "David told me you two broke up, is that true?"
Joanna was silent for a few seconds before she replied, "Yes, Mrs. Benington, it’s true."
"What? You really broke up? When did this happen? How come your uncle and I were kept in the dark? Joanna, why did you break up with David? Weren’t you both doing well? Didn’t you both plan on getting married?"
The middle-aged woman seemed heartbroken, her voice lowering, "Joanna, why did you break up? You’ve known David for so many years now, and I have already considered you as my own daughter. Why did you break up?"
"Did David do something to hurt you? Tell me, and I’ll fix him."
"Joanna, if there’s any problem, you can talk about it. Your uncle and I will definitely stand by your side. But breaking up is no small matter, please don’t be rash."