"Give her some time. The reason I'm so sensible and rational is because of the education and upbringing I received from the Landry family, but Luna was brought up by a poor family in Sea City, so it's only natural that she doesn't have much consideration for others."
Heather's words had a double meaning to them. On the one hand, she accused Luna of being inconsiderate, having been raised by uncultured people.
On the other hand, she was hinting that Joseph and Natasha Gibson had both come from poor families and thus, had significant character flaws.
Charles nodded in reply. As he got into the car, he could not help lamenting how fortunate it was that he had kept Heather by his side and did not send her back to the Gibsons in Sea City.
Otherwise, even a sensible woman like Heather would one day become like Luna if she stayed with the Gibsons for long enough...
Having been angered by Luna, Charles leaned against the backseat and closed his eyes in exhaustion as soon as he got into the car.
Heather sat next to him, gazing out the window as she held the baby in her arms.
Suddenly, she caught sight of the black Masevati heading in her direction.
The sight of the familiar car plate number jerked her awake immediately.
She was more than familiar with this car plate number, not because she had seen it many times, but because eight out of the ten times Malcolm's men had followed Joshua, they would bring up this car plate number.
This was Joshua's car.
On top of that, both the cars were driving along the asphalt road near the city's outskirts.
Such a desolate place...
On top of that, Joshua's car was headed toward Luna's house.
As soon as she thought of this, Heather narrowed her eyes, strode over to the driver's side, and whispered something in his ear.
"This..." the driver widened his eyes in shock, hesitating.
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