The airplane glided at an altitude of thirty thousand feet, with ten thousand beams of light shining above the clouds, making the scene particularly enchanting.
The sa beautiful view had once been admired by Justin and Mia, sitting side by side in this very spot.
His deep eyes gazed out the window, a slight chill brushing against his chest.
Mia’s bell-like voice seed to still echo in his ears—
"Indeed, your mother really liked the dishes I cooked."
"I just wanted to test my culinary skills, even tried to win her favor a bit. She ate two bowls of rice."
"Justin, you shouldn’t argue with your mom anymore; she’s certainly been suffering silently all these years, with no one truly understanding her."
But over these years, Mia, who has understood you?
You raised two children alone, surely endured a lot of hardships, facing many strange looks.
Each ti he thought about this, Justin felt a heart-wrenching pain.
He swore to find her and protect her for the rest of his life!
Riventhal, Clearwater Bay.
Kristina Kingston received a phone call from soone on the other end, saying, "Madam, Mr. Kingston has gone to Aethelburg, changing all plans for the next two weeks."
Holding the phone, her expression sank.
What if he doesn’t find Mia? Won’t he co back?
For that woman he decided to go just like that!
As the head of the Kingston Group, he has not the slightest sense of reason! Not to ntion any sense of responsibility.
If this love continues, my son will be completely ruined!
At that mont, Kristina’s hatred towards Mia deepened.
So she decided that once Justin returned to Riventhal, she would arrange for Monica Usher to bear his child.
She understood her son, he valued the Kingston family’s reputation too much; he won’t be irresponsible.
Monica Usher lay in the hospital, having just completed a series of tests, the pain was overwhelming, sothing she had never experienced in her life.
The impact on her abdon, Justin’s force had injured her spleen and stomach.
Moreover, accompanied by internal bleeding, requiring hospitalization for observation and treatnt, she took a double dose of painkillers and finally felt a bit better.
"Doctor, will it affect future pregnancies?" This was her current biggest worry.
"Most likely not," the doctor said, "Focus on recuperating first, we’ll clear the bruises, stop the bleeding, and see."
"When can I be discharged?" She wanted to recover quickly; there’s no hope for an injured person.
The doctor sighed, "Your condition isn’t that serious, but isn’t light either. Don’t rush, stay for a week first."
She had no choice but to cooperate with the doctor, feeling like every second dragged.
"President Usher, what exactly happened?" Barbara Sutton was puzzled.
But how could Monica possibly speak the truth? She also wanted to save face.
Finn Morgan carried half the Kingston Group’s weight at the company, handling all matters great and small, leaving him dizzy with fatigue.
Aethelburg, the bustling night scene dazzled the eyes of pedestrians.
In that familiar high-end restaurant, in the usual spot, a girl in a blue dress sat by the window. She quietly cut her steak, automatically blocking out all surrounding sounds.
As if he was still sitting across from her.
For the past two days, Mia had been dining here. She had friends in Aethelburg, but hadn’t contacted anyone; from the mont she boarded the plane, she hadn’t spoken, nor interacted with the waitstaff.
She wore headphones, listening to the ssages from Cora Yates’s email—
"Mia, where are you? Why did you leave without a word? Co back, the kids and I need you."
"What happened exactly? Whatever it is, let’s face it together, okay?"
"I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you."
"Please co back, I can’t be without you... we promised to be together!"
She had listened dozens of tis... each ti evoking different feelings.
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