Mr. Ashton was simply playing out of character.
How did he suddenly bring back a wife?
Didn’t Mr. Ashton have androphobia? He’s been treating it for over ten years and hasn’t been cured.
How could it be suddenly cured?
Moreover, he just recently said he wasn’t interested in women and wasn’t planning to get married in his lifetime.
Uncle Tedd’s doubts were too numerous, and his whole person was confused.
"Hmm." Ashton Heath glanced at him and smiled, "I decided to bring her back on a whim, so I didn’t tell you guys in advance. You can go report it now, just say that I brought back Ms. Joanna."
Tedd was still in shock and couldn’t digest the news for a while, but he nodded with professionalism: "Yes, I’ll go now."
After speaking, Tedd turned around and left before they did.
Joanna Lawrence gently tugged at Ashton Heath’s sleeve, her voice also soft, "Who all is at home today?"
Ashton Heath pinched her hand and walked forward with his arm around her, "My dad is overseas and will be back in a few days. At home now should be my mom and my grandmother."
"What about your grandfather?"
He passed away due to an illness five years ago."
"Sorry, I didn’t know."
"It’s fine." Ashton Heath smiled, "Everyone goes through birth, aging, sickness, and death. It’s not something we can’t talk about."
The two were chatting as they walked, and people kept coming up to greet them along the way.
Joanna also experienced the baptism of gazes along the way, and she could feel that many people were secretly sizing her up.
Moreover, their gazes were full of shock and disbelief.
Just like Tedd before, it seemed like they had seen something unbelievable.
Joanna felt like she had become a rare animal.
However, she thought about it and felt that she could understand.
Ashton Heath had always had that strange disease and couldn’t touch women.
Yet now he suddenly brought her home and was so intimate with her, it was no wonder the uninformed crowd would be so surprised.
They entered the living room while being scrutinized .
This uncomfortable feeling became even more intense when they entered the living room.
"Madam Heath, Lady Octavia, Mr. Ashton is back."
As soon as the maid finished reporting, Joanna felt an unfriendly gaze land on her.
As she looked up, she saw Rebecca Kelloway sitting on the sofa.
Next to Rebecca was a middle-aged woman dressed in an elegant and luxurious outfit.
The middle-aged woman was in her forties with a beautiful appearance, fair skin, and an outstanding and elegant demeanor.
She was obviously a well-bred lady from a noble family.
Seeing her face, which resembled Ashton Heath’s by about 70%, Joanna guessed that this must be his mother.
As expected of a well-bred lady, she exuded a different air than ordinary people at first glance.
In the middle of the sofa, there was another person.
It was a woman in her sixties. Like the middle-aged lady, the older lady had a good temperament. Although she was past her prime, it was clear that she must have been a great beauty when she was young.
Madam Heath from a wealthy family seemed to exude a unique spiritual energy that set her apart.
The older lady’s face was ruddy, and she was full of energy, as if she had been living a life of luxury and privilege, which had nurtured her exquisite and noble temperament that was different from ordinary people.
There was no need to guess; Joanna knew that she must be Ashton Heath’s grandmother.
Seeing Lady Octavia and Madam Heath all of a sudden, Joanna’s mental preparations were of no use.