Joanna Lawrence didn’t want to refuse further, so she nodded and turned around to walk out with Mrs. Benington.
Annie Lawrence watched this scene, her mouth twisted in anger.
What was so good about Joanna Lawrence, that little slut?
Why did Mrs. Benington like her so much?
Seeing Mrs. Benington’s attitude towards Joanna, and then comparing it to her own treatment, Annie felt a surge of anger stuck in her heart, boiling in her throat.
She had already mentioned her pregnancy.
She originally thought that since she was carrying the Benington family’s bloodline, Mrs. Benington would definitely compromise.
However, that damn old woman still disagreed with her marrying David Benington and said she only acknowledged Joanna as her daughter-in-law.
"David, did I do something wrong?"
Annie clenched her fingers, lowered her eyelashes, quickly covering the gloom in her eyes, and when she looked up again, she was back to her vulnerable and lovely appearance.
Seeing that Joanna was about to leave, David felt a little anxious in his heart.
He glanced down at Annie perfunctorily: "What did you do wrong?"
Annie bit her lip, her eyes gathering a mist: "Madam White really likes Joanna; she only wants her to be her daughter-in-law. Should I not have intervened in your relationship with Joanna? If it wasn’t for me, you and Joanna would be getting married soon."
"Only if you marry her will Madam White be satisfied."
"Don’t overthink it, Mom just can’t accept our relationship for now. You’re carrying her grandchild, and she’ll accept you sooner or later."
Joanna was getting farther and farther away, almost walking out of the hall.
David could no longer hold back, and he stood up abruptly.
"David, you..." Annie looked at him in surprise.
"You wait here for me; I’ll go out and have a look."
Without any explanation, David left this sentence behind and went after Joanna.
Annie sat on the sofa, stunned for a few seconds, and when she realized that David had gone to find Joanna, her face turned extremely ugly.
"Joanna, rest assured, I will not agree to David being with your sister."
Mrs. Benington took Joanna to the front door, looking at her with reluctance, unwilling to let go of her hand.
Her eyes were full of regret, and with a tearful voice, she said, "My good-for-nothing son, I really want to knock on his head and see what’s in his brain. Why didn’t he realize how good you are..."
"Madam White, don’t be sad." Looking at Mrs. Benington , Joanna didn’t know what to say.
Speaking, she turned her head and looked towards the entrance, seeing the black Rolls-Royce parked under a sycamore tree across the street.
Thinking of the two men waiting for her in the car, she fell silent for a while, and sighed softly: "Madam White, I have to go."
As much as Mrs. Benington didn’t want her to leave, she couldn’t keep her.
With tears in her eyes, she nodded her head, choking out, "You must take good care of yourself, and if you have any difficulties, please tell me. Although you and David broke up, you’re never an outsider to me."
Joanna’s eyes turned red: "Yes, I know."
Mrs. Benington was really good to her.
If David hadn’t cheated, and if they could have married smoothly, having a mother-in-law like Mrs. Benington would have brought her tremendous happiness.
There was no longer any chance for a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship between her and Mrs. Benington.
After reminding Mrs. Benington to take care of her health, Joanna turned around to leave.
Just as she took a step forward, she heard a voice she didn’t like from behind.