In Yvonne Vaughn's eyes, Joanna Jacobs was an understanding, opinionated, independent, and highly capable young woman.
Unfortunately, such a wonderful girl was not destined to be with her son.
When Damien Valerius came downstairs with Aurora Sterling, half an hour had already passed. By this time, Damien had already changed into an exquisite yet comfortable set of casual clothes, looking just like a profligate rich kid. Who would have thought that such a dapper-looking man had been acting like a hooligan in the bathroom just five minutes earlier.
"You little brat, you finally decided to come down? Making me wait for so long!" Yvonne Vaughn scolded Damien Valerius the moment she saw him.
Damien just gave a lazy smile. "Who told you not to stay abroad? You just ran over here without giving any notice."
Damien's words made Joanna Jacobs's expression shift. She knew that although Damien hadn't said it outright, he was still blaming her for telling Yvonne Vaughn about the attack.
