"How is he doing now?" Mia Lane really wanted to know the answer. She asked expectantly, "Has he woken up?"
Smack!
Monica Usher stood firm before her and delivered a slap, "How dare you ask?! Does his waking up have anything to do with you?! How long do you plan to keep harming him?!"
Mia Lane’s face was turned to the side, feeling dizzy from the blow, but she couldn’t feel the pain, nor did she feel humiliated.
All she wanted to know was Justin Kingston’s condition.
"Mia Lane! I’ve wanted to slap you for a long ti!" Monica Usher saw her in a vulnerable state and held her head high with even more pride, "I’ve tolerated you for a long ti, you know!"
"..." Mia Lane felt indescribable emotions, very complex.
She didn’t want to argue with Monica Usher, especially not at the company.
"Did you think that by having a couple of kids you could marry into wealth?" Monica Usher sneered with contempt, "You’re nothing more than a tool he uses against Mrs. Kingston!"
Mia Lane saw the victorious smile on her face.
Monica Usher asked with interest, "If he knew you were with Anton Ford, that you agreed to be Anton Miller’s woman, how do you think he’d view you?"
"If I were you, I wouldn’t show up again, truly too ashad to face him." Monica Usher provoked her sentence by sentence, "Mia Lane, I can tell you, he has already woken up, and he’s doing well."
Under her gaze, Mia Lane couldn’t detect a trace of deceit from her expression.
Monica Usher was genuinely happy, which ans Justin Kingston really woke up, and he should be recovering well.
That’s great!
She finally breathed a sigh of relief, her swollen face forming a faint, relieved smile.
Mia Lane hadn’t been this happy for a long ti; the heavy stone in her heart was finally put down.
"He’s lost his mory." Monica Usher couldn’t bear to see her happy, attacking her, "Justin Kingston doesn’t rember you."
She was slightly startled, focusing on her, the smile on her face slightly frozen.
"The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was ." Monica Usher announced arrogantly with a smile, "Oh, and we’re getting married."
Mia Lane focused on her, her expression remained calm, but inside she found it unbelievable.
Monica Usher, with a smile as bright as flowers, passed by her and left the president’s office.
He lost his mory...
Doesn’t rember her...
He’s going to marry Monica Usher?
Mia Lane steadied herself; who he marries is none of her concern.
Marriage is a good thing.
As long as he could live, she felt satisfied.
Footsteps approached from behind, and Mia Lane turned to et Finn Morgan’s gaze.
Finn Morgan was also a bit surprised to see her here, "..." He walked over to her.
"He lost his mory?" Mia Lane’s voice trembled slightly as she confird in pain, "Is this true?"
Finn Morgan sighed lightly and nodded in response, "Yes, it’s true."
Tears filled her eyes, Mia Lane was genuinely sad, the kind of sadness that words couldn’t express.
"He rembers so people and forgets others." Finn Morgan said regretfully, "You’re among the forgotten."
"Has he... has he returned to Riventhal? Or is he still in Aethelburg?" She asked softly.
"He’s returned to Riventhal." Finn Morgan told her, "Besides so missing mories, there’s nothing else wrong; he rembers everything about the company, all the projects."
Mia Lane nodded, holding back the needle-like pain, "Does he rember Monica Usher?"
"No." Finn Morgan shook his head, "He doesn’t rember."
"..." A hint of doubt flashed in Mia Lane’s eyes, but she quickly understood, using this opportunity Kristina Kingston was still relentless.
"How about Gigi and Dolly? Does he rember them?" That was Mia Lane’s concern.
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