"This email is the sa one listed on Baidu Baike, and it’s been authoritatively verified. These are all invitations from leading figures in the dical community sent to , complete with stamps at the end. For personal reasons, I didn’t attend the events. You can go through them one by one; these are all evidence of my identity."
Kristina Kingston turned her face away, not looking at the phone.
Mary quickly took the phone and brought it to the lady’s face, "Madam..." She also took a look, "It’s really Dr. Yates."
Sothing flashed in Kristina Kingston’s eyes, but she quickly steadied herself, glancing coolly at the screen.
No one could guess what she was thinking, as there was no change in her expression.
"Your skin condition can’t be delayed any longer," Mia Lane spoke honestly, "I’m not lying to you. If you wait another six months, the treatnt will beco much more complicated. But right now, I’m absolutely confident that I can cure you!"
As a woman troubled by burns for many years, as a woman with dreams of dancing, she had already given up suicide for her son. How could she not want to recover?
But Kristina Kingston didn’t like Mia Lane! She even hated her!
If it weren’t for her, Justin Kingston would have married Monica Usher!
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind; she wanted to take this opportunity to tornt this country girl! Tornt her until she leaves!
So Kristina Kingston reached out to push away the phone Mary held in front of her, snorted lightly as she stood up, and cast a lukewarm glance, "Do you know what I hate most in my life?"
"..." She didn’t dare to answer rashly.
Kristina Kingston’s eyes grew even colder, "Deceit! I hate deceit the most!"
Mia Lane knew that Justin’s father had once cheated, which was the biggest deceit against her.
"But you’ve been playing for a fool!" She stepped forward step by step, stopping just inches away from Mia Lane, "Tell , shouldn’t I be angry?"
"I’m sorry..." Mia Lane apologized sincerely, feeling conflicted.
Kristina Kingston stared at the small face in front of her, admitting that this girl was stunningly beautiful, like a lotus blossoming from water.
But the more beautiful a woman is, the deeper her wits likely run!
"You don’t need to say sorry!" Kristina Kingston suddenly raised her voice, "I can accept treatnt, but you must agree to my demands!"
"Please tell ."
"From now on, you’ll cook!" Kristina Kingston said, "You wash the dishes, you mop the floor! You take over everything our maid does!"
What kind of ridiculous request was this? Mia Lane was montarily stunned, realizing she was intentionally being difficult!
"In your spare ti, keep developing the dication." Kristina Kingston said word by word, "In short, I don’t want you to stop! I don’t want to see you looking so peaceful and idle!"
Even Mary was taken aback.
"And if you dare tell Justin, I’ll deal with your child! Drive you out even faster!"
Mia Lane felt she was twisted, terrifying, and utterly irrational.
"The demand I just ntioned, do you agree?" Kristina Kingston needed an exact answer now.
For Justin, to fulfill her promise, Mia Lane nodded, "I agree." At this mont, she realized she had fallen in love with Justin, wanting to help him achieve his greatest wish.
"Mary, notify the kitchen staff that from today she will cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner!" Kristina Kingston sat back on the sofa, "To be the Kingston family daughter-in-law, you must be proficient at everything! Our Kingston family doesn’t need a trophy wife!"
"I’ll make breakfast." Mia Lane walked towards the kitchen, with only one mission in mind, to heal her!
Not knowing what Kristina Kingston liked to eat, she saw so tomatoes in the kitchen and decided to cook noodles with them.
After all, her tomato and egg noodles were renowned in all of Sunshine Village, even Justin liked them.
When she carefully cooked a bowl of noodles and cautiously brought it to the dining table, Mary also assisted Kristina Kingston in the room.
Seeing the noodles, she imdiately darkened her face, "You’ve been ssing around in the kitchen for so long, and all you made is a bowl of noodles?"
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