Mary’s nose tingled with sadness, and she gritted her teeth to suppress the sorrow in her heart.
"I hope he wakes up, I hope he finds happiness, and I hope he forgets ." Tears stread down Mia Lane’s face unstoppably, "Mary, please help look after Gigi and Dolly. With Justin Kingston like this... who knows when he’ll wake up."
"Erald Cove has Sister Zhou and Butler Shelby, they are both Mr. Kingston’s trusted people, rest assured." Mary was very sad, her voice choked with tears, "Of course, I will also go frequently, I promise you."
"Thank you..."
Because Mia Lane knelt and begged Anton Miller, Kristina Kingston did not prevent these last words.
Monica Usher stood aside listening, her entire being shrouded in sadness. She couldn’t say she was delighted, despite Mia Lane leaving with Anton Miller, as whether Justin Kingston would wake up was still uncertain.
Without Justin Kingston, Monica Usher’s life would be dull and aningless.
If Justin Kingston wakes up and can’t see Mia Lane, would he search the world for her? Monica Usher had too many worries, very confused, she was also in great pain.
Half an hour later—
After finishing the blood transfusion, Anton Miller ca out. His steps were a bit unsteady, his brows slightly furrowed, as he walked directly over, grabbed Mia Lane’s arm, and took her away!
She didn’t even have ti to glance at the ergency room’s door, barefoot and unable to keep up with his pace.
Was he angry?
Anton Miller dragged her back to the hospital room, shut the door casually, placed her in front of the bed, and looked at her with cool eyes.
A face full of tear stains, Mia Lane didn’t dare to et his eyes. She was completely in a daze.
"Don’t shed tears for him anymore, put away all your sadness!" he ordered her, "Rember your identity from now on, you are my woman."
Mia Lane was as fragile as thin paper, a gust of wind might tear her apart, only feeling that the air in the hospital room was so oppressive she couldn’t breathe.
It was as if her heart had been hollowed out, and there was no light in her eyes.
Anton Miller picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground, put it on the bed, then helped her put on her shoes, and carried her up in his arms, "I’m taking you out of the hospital now."
As they reached the door, he paused, looked back at the bag she desperately guarded, hesitated for two seconds, and then went back to grab it.
On the private plane back to Riventhal.
Mia Lane leaned against the headboard of the bed, with several soft pillows supporting her back, the tear stains on her face had dried up, and she was so deeply pained she didn’t even have the strength to cry.
Outside the window, the clouds rolled and unfolded, bathed in the slanting rays of the setting sun, the colors vivid and colorful, the beauty of chasing the sunset unappreciated.
Anton Miller sat in the chair at the front of the bed, his handso face expressionless, as he applied an ice pack to the swollen bruise on her face, at the sight of which he felt an intense heartache.
After so ti, Mia Lane slowly turned her eyes, gazing at the beautiful clouds outside the window.
"Where... are we going?" Her voice was hoarse, as if she had just realized she had boarded the plane with him.
"Back to Riventhal." Anton Miller answered calmly, "But don’t hold onto any illusions, I assure you, you will never return to his side in this life."
Mia Lane turned her eyes, "..." her heart felt like it was being torn apart, "Have I beco a tool for your revenge?"
"What do you think?" Anton Miller’s lazy voice had a cold edge, then he changed his tone, "My play isn’t finished yet, not to ntion I have contracts to fulfill, lately, I’ve quite grown fond of this industry."
If he’s already admitted it, why does he still need to find an excuse?
"..." She looked to him, finding him imnsely unfamiliar.
The plane floated at thirty thousand feet, Mia Lane was getting further away from Justin Kingston... she felt so powerless.
On the plane, Anton Miller sent only one ssage, then bought a villa in the best location at full price, and even arranged for the constantly caring Ms. Tancred to move in.
While applying the ice for her, Mia Lane reached out to remove the ice pack, but he imdiately pressed it back onto her face.
She glared at him in anger, yet he retracted his gaze, completely ignoring her fury.
Mia Lane noticed his face was sowhat pale, his lips were like two dry leaves, a paleness from excessive blood loss, so, how much blood had he donated?
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