Lady Octavia showed a surprised expression on her face: "Mom, what did you say to Rebecca?"
"Of course, it’s to tell her to look for a good man elsewhere, and not to keep pursuing our Ashton."
"Mom, you..." Upon hearing this, Lady Octavia became a little anxious.
She didn’t know what exactly Madam Heath had said.
But it was definitely not anything nice.
Otherwise, Rebecca wouldn’t have come with teary eyes saying she had to leave in the afternoon.
What if Madam Heath said something very hurtful, causing her to be too heartbroken and give up on Ashton? She couldn’t find another girl more suitable and outstanding for her son than Rebecca.
"Octavia!" Seeing that she didn’t clearly hear what was just said, Madam Heath’s face turned cold, and she said solemnly, "Remember my words, Joanna is the granddaughter-in-law I acknowledged, I won’t allow anyone to cause damage, don’t blame me for being impolite if I find out."
"With Ashton’s strange problem, he can find a suitable woman now, it’s God’s blessing, and He can’t bear to see your son lonely. You should thank God."
Lady Octavia’s lips quivered, wanting to refute.
But she eventually held it in.
What was there for her to be grateful for?
Her son’s illness being cured had nothing to do with Joanna.
It was the doctor who cured him.
However, she dared not say this to Madam Heath.
"Alright, don’t stand here and bask in the wind, you should go back."
Madam Heath was thinking about holding a banquet and couldn’t wait to start planning.
In the past, she always envied other families’ marriages and childbirths. After so many years of envy, it was finally time for others to envy her.
Just thinking about it made her feel joy in her heart.
Hmph, she would have a big celebration this time and let people see how beautiful and lovable her granddaughter-in-law is.
No one would dare say that her precious grandson was not normal and liked men after this.
Joanna was playing with the sandalwood box that Madam Heath gave her. The box was very delicate, and the engraved pattern on the outside was made of gold.
It looked very luxurious.
She hadn’t opened it to see what was inside yet and wanted to wait until she got home to do so.
Ashton cast a glance at her and saw her looking at the box curiously, he raised his lips: "Do you want to know what is inside? If you want to see it, just open it. Why hesitate?"
Joanna looked up and saw Ashton’s cold, beautiful jawline.
Up close, she could see a light stubble on his chin and could smell the faint scent of the shaving lotion he used in the morning, a light and pleasant smell.
She was entirely wrapped in Ashton’s arms, leaning against his warm, sturdy chest.
Ashton liked to hold her very much now.
As soon as she got in the car, she was pulled into his arms.
At first, Joanna felt unaccustomed to this.
Now, after being held many times, she was no longer that sensitive.
Anyway, she and Ashton were already husband and wife.
Being held by her husband was not a shameful thing.
Moreover, since she decided to try to accept him, she had to get used to his closeness.
Of course, besides these reasons, there was also one that would make her a little shy, which was that she actually quite liked the feeling of being held in Ashton’s arms.
Surrounded by his scent, resting on his strong, muscular chest, she felt very secure and warm.