A gentle and pleasant voice sounded above her head.
Joanna Lawrence looked up and saw a woman in a black Hepburn-style skirt standing in front of her, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her temperament was very good.
She looked like a well-bred lady who was skilled in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
It was quite strange.
The woman wasn't very beautiful, but she had an attractive temperament.
Joanna couldn't help but look at her twice.
"I'm fine, I just accidentally bumped into you while walking. Are you okay?"
The woman smiled and shook her head.
Feeling embarrassed, Joanna apologized to her again before finally turning away and leaving.
After she left the diagnosis room, the woman remained at the door, watching her retreating figure thoughtfully.
Joanna Lawrence...
They finally met.
She was the woman who had Ashton Heath captivated.
She was truly beautiful.