(Author's POV)
"Yelena, your grandmother must be jetlagged, that's why she is being a bit sensitive. Don't mind her words," Garry sighed as he tried to soothe the tense atmosphere.
Oliver, as if on cue, asked, his hands extended, "Ms. Yates, please give me your car keys. I will drive from here."
"Here, Secretary Grey," Yelena, at once, handed it over to him as Oliver loaded their luggage in the car and unlatched the rear car door for his masters, gesturing for them to get inside.
Diana didn't look at her husband or her granddaughter and haughtily got inside the vehicle. Garry followed her as well, shaking his head. Oliver then repeated the same action with the passenger door as Yelena hopped in as well. At last, he took the wheel as they drove away.
