<h4>Chapter 620: Chapter 619: Much more loved than you, you little brat</h4>


    When he said the word "sister," he emphasized it particrly.


    As if he was stressing something.


    Joanna Lawrence, who noticed this: "..."


    Ashton Heath, this childish man.


    He’s really enough!


    *


    "Madam Heath, Lady Octavia, Mr. Brandon, Mr. Ashton, and Ms. Joanna have returned home."


    Entering the hall, Joanna Lawrence immediately noticed Madam Heath sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room.


    On a sofa next to Madam Heath sat Lady Octavia.


    On the other side, there sat a man in a white shirt and ck trousers, with a pair of gold-rimmed sses on his nose.


    Joanna Lawrence saw Brandon Heath on TV.


    So she recognized at a nce that the man was Brandon Heath.


    Indeed, there’s a difference between him on TV and in real life.


    On TV, Brandon Heath is handsome.


    In reality, he’s much better looking than on TV.


    Like Ashton Heath, his facial features are deep and three-dimensional, his skin is very fair, and even though he’s sitting, his long legs elegantly crossed suggest that he’s at least 1.8 meters tall.


    Ashton Heath and Brandon Heath look a little alike, but not quite.


    Upon closer inspection, one can see that Ashton Heath’s features are more like Lady Octavia’s, while only Brandon Heath’s eyes resemble her, the rest of him doesn’t.


    Presumably, one brother takes after their mother more, and the other takes after their father more.


    Brandon Heath is not much older, only three years older than Ashton Heath.


    But the three-year gap has made a considerable difference between the two brothers.


    Brandon Heath appears much more mature than his actual age.


    Not that he looks old, but his demeanor is very steady, restrained, and coupled with his sses, he has a schrly air about him, really giving off the vibe of a veteran.


    Seeing him, Joanna Lawrence was reminded of a head teacher she had once had.


    That was the teacher she feared the most.


    Instantly, she felt like she was being controlled by some fear from her childhood experiences, and anxiously gripped Ashton Heath’s hand.


    "Oh my, my dear granddaughter-inw is finally here." Madam Heath, seeing Joanna Lawrence, was so pleased that her face brimmed with a flowering smile, beckoning joyfully, "Come here, let grandma have a good look at you, I’ve missed you so much."


    Madam Heath’s enthusiasm relieved Joanna’s nervousness and fear a little.


    But she was still a bit nervous and scared.


    Ashton Heath sensed this, gently squeezed her hand tofort her, and led her slowly forward.


    Before they could get too close, Madam Heath reached out, pulled Joanna before her, gently patted her hand, and affectionately asked, "Are you hungry? Anything particr you’d like to eat? I can have it made for you right away."


    Madam Heath’s solicitousness moved Joanna Lawrence.


    She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a soft chuckle: "Grandma, I’ve never seen you get so excited when Ie back. This granddaughter-inw of yours, seems more important than your grandson."


    The man’s voice had a pleasing baritone, giving off a refined and schrly impression.


    Just hearing his voice, you’d know he was a captivating man.


    Hearing it was Brandon Heath speaking, Joanna Lawrence was taken aback.


    She was instinctively fearful of this man she should call "older brother."


    "Joanna is much more likable than you, you naughty boy." Despite Brandon Heath’s distinguished exterior, in Madam Heath’s eyes, at home, he was just her sweet grandson, nothing more, nothing less.