Hailey Hale especially likes Mia Lane; she’s practically her little fangirl. How could she let her suffer any grievances?
With her status as the mayor’s daughter, she could easily make Justin Kingston’s life a ss! Business and politics have always been intricately connected.
Mia Lane held her hand and smiled, telling her, "Thank you for worrying so much about , but I just accidentally bumped into sothing. I forgot to turn on the light when I got up to use the bathroom at night. Maybe I was a bit hypoglycemic and just fainted."
"You’re a doctor yourself and still let yourself get hypoglycemia?" Hailey Hale really wanted to set her straight, "Won have to take care of themselves!"
"I know." Mia Lane sighed softly, "I put on so concealer today."
She candidly stated, "It didn’t cover it. My face is all swollen!"
Mia Lane hugged her, smiling as she comforted, "Alright, don’t be angry, and this has nothing to do with Justin Kingston. He’s just regular colleagues with Monica Usher. Don’t get yourself all worked up over ; won have to take care of themselves."
"I’m talking about you!" Hailey Hale pushed her away, heart aching, "Not you talking about ! I’m fine; I don’t need any care!"
"I know, I really will rember." Mia Lane’s lips curled slightly, "It’s getting late; I have to go. Justin will be back tomorrow."
"I have sothing on today too." Hailey Hale sighed helplessly, "My dad wants to co ho for dinner; it’s about ti."
The two sisters waved goodbye.
Mia Lane caught a ride back to Clearwater Bay. She sat in the back seat, using her phone to check her face. The right side was indeed quite swollen, mainly because her tooth was loose.
After getting out of the car, she walked into the Clearwater Bay villa courtyard.
Kristina Kingston stood by the living room window, her gaze coldly fixed on her, getting closer and closer...
"Ma’am." Entering the living room, Mia Lane greeted her.
Kristina Kingston’s aura was cold and detached, not responding, seemingly not bothered to engage with her.
Mia Lane went straight upstairs, recalling the photos she had seen on the big screen outside the mall earlier. She wondered about her own feelings—envy, jealousy perhaps.
In front of Hailey Hale, she could appear very calm.
But when she quieted down to think, she had so thoughts, after all, she’s a woman.
Perhaps Monica Usher also held an irreplaceable position to Justin Kingston.
After removing her makeup, she applied dicine to her face.
Then she went to the pharmaceutical research lab, working on developing dication for Justin Kingston’s gastritis.
Downstairs in the living room, warm sunlight stread in.
Kristina Kingston sat on the sofa, and Mary knelt in front of her, applying dicine for her.
After taking off her gloves, her whole right arm had recovered remarkably, visibly so.
"Ma’am." Mary suddenly beca very confident, "Let’s apply it to the face as well. It might change drastically in a few days."
Kristina Kingston admired every inch of skin gradually recovering on her arm, and she was extrely shocked inside.
An old injury from 11 years ago was actually beginning to heal under this girl’s efforts.
In Aethelburg, in a beautiful castle estate.
The evening gala had completely ended, and the last guest left the estate by car, escorted by Mr. Ed.
The night was deep, and so of the Filipino maids, after finishing their work, had bathed. Monica Usher was still sitting by the pool in a beautiful dress.
Holding a glass of red wine, she gazed at the shimring waves under the moonlight, a stabbing pain rising in her heart.
That aching spread from her chest, perating her whole body with her blood.
She tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp, wanting to get drunk. This way, she could temporarily forget about him.
Without aning to, she glanced over and saw Justin Kingston’s departing figure. Her heart tightened—it was almost midnight. Where was he going?
Watching the car leave, pain and loss enveloped her again.
Monica Usher reminded herself that she must not let Mia Lane cure Mrs. Kingston. Otherwise, she would completely lose this man.
Love often makes people lose their minds, drive them insane; this is the magic power of love.
But can sothing obtained by any ans necessary still be called love?
Monica Usher didn’t know; she only knew that she, Monica Usher, couldn’t live without Justin Kingston in this lifeti. She lived for him; she loved him dearly.
Justin Kingston went out so late to pick a gift for his wife. He had just put the kids to sleep; otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt at ease leaving.
Aethelburg’s night was particularly bustling, with dazzling lights everywhere and a stream of cars and people.
The next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, around five in the morning.
The urgent ringing of the doorbell woke up Monica Usher, "Who is it so early?" She was drowsy, groggily tossing the covers off to answer the door.
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