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League 237
League 237
“Ms. Lowell, any comments on Mrs. Greer Senior’s recent statement?”
“Ms. Lowell, can you clarify your relationship with Mr Greer? Are you two seeing each other in secret?”
“Ms. Lowell, why did you look so pale when you heard Mrs. Greer Senior intends to adopt you as her granddaughter?”
Selma had taken Winston away, leaving poor Joanna alone at the press conference. Numerous reporters surrounded her, and there was no way for her to escape their barrage of questions.
“Ms. Lowell, is it true that Mr. Greer and Ms. Caldwell are getting a divorce? Is it because of you?”
“Ms. Lowell, please answer our questions!”
As microphones surged toward her, Joanna was overwhelmed by the dark mass. She was on the verge of breaking down.
The thought of Selma wanting to adopt her as a granddaughter felt like a cruel irony. Who would want that? All she wished for was to be Winston’s wife.
Just when Joanna thought she had no way out, the reporters in front of her were abruptly pushed aside. Then, she heard a man yelling, “Move aside!”
Her eyes lit up as soon as she heard the voice. “Logan!
Logan, with bodyguards in tow, strode over and immediately shielded Joanna behind him. Harriet was also present.
Tears welled up in Joanna’s eyes at the sight of her mother. She rushed to Harriet, crying, “Mom.
Harriet glared at the surrounding reporters and scolded, “Why are you all crowding around my daughter? Can’t you see she doesn’t want to be interviewed?”
Logan’s gaze fell on Joanna, worry evident in his eyes.
“Mrs. Lowell, what does your family have to say about the fake Snowdrop?”
“Mr. Lowell, did you know your sister gave Mrs. Greer Senior a fake Snowdrop?”
Amidst all the questions about the Snowdrop, a booming male voice suddenly asked, “Mrs. Lowell, do you know that your daughter is a mistress?”
His question immediately turned all eyes toward him. Even fellow reporters thought he was courageous.
“If you have nothing nice to say, then shut your filthy mouth! Do you have any evidence that my daughter is a mistress?” Harriet shot a fierce glare at the man, seething with anger.
Logan sighed and said to Harriet, “Mom, take Jo away first. I’ll handle things here.”
Joanna looked squarely at the male journalist, biting her lip in frustration. She hated being called a mistress. She certainly wasn’t one!
Winston and Millie had nothing going on. Their marriage was only on paper, so she was not a mistress.
Harriet promptly escorted Joanna away. In the car, she sobbed uncontrollably. “Mom, I’m not a mistress.
Of course, I know you’re not. If Millie hadn’t Intervened back then, you would’ve been the one marrying
Harriet placed a hand on Joanna’s shoulder, sympathizing with her daughter. Joanna and Winston were such a wonderful match, perfectly suited in every aspect. It was all Millie’s fault.
Joanna bit her lip. She was truly enraged. Suddenly, she grabbed Harriet’s arm and asked, “Mom, can you help me?”
Harriet met Joanna’s pitiful gaze and felt a pang shoot through her heart. How great would it be if this was her biological daughter, Louisa? She wondered where Louisa was now and how she was doing.
Even though Joanna was not her biological daughter, as long as Louisa didn’t return, she would protect Joanna. That way, it would also seem like she was protecting Louisa from afar.
“Jo, I’m here to help you. No matter what you do, I’ll always support you.” Harriet tucked strands of Joanna’s hair behind her ear while speaking, her eyes filled with sincerity. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
That night, Simon sent Millie home.
At that moment, the entire Caldwell family was busy cleaning the house. Everyone was delighted when they saw Millie had returned.
“What’s going on?” Millle looked at Julia, who was wiping the windows on the balcony upstairs. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she commented, “Mom, I’ve never seen you do any household chores.”
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