Joanna looked at Lady Octavia's stubbornness, knowing that there was no point in persuasion.
Now, she could only hope that Brandon Heath would come back quickly to end this farce.
Mr. Ashton, please come back soon, Joanna silently prayed in her heart.
*
After hanging up Aria Rowlett's call, Brandon glanced at the unresolved car accident ahead, his brow furrowed as he asked the driver, "When will the road be clear?"
On his way back home earlier, he had encountered a car accident.
And he had been stuck in traffic.
He had been stalled for nearly ten minutes already.
If it were any other time, he wouldn't be worried.
But now, thinking about Aria waiting for him at home, he couldn't remain calm.
"Sir, the cars in front still haven't been moved. I'm afraid we won't be able to leave anytime soon. If you're in a hurry to get home, we can take a detour."
"A detour? How long will that take?"
