In the sunlight, Mia Lane stared at him blankly, her reaction becoming sowhat sluggish.
Justin Kingston’s eyes were deep, sincere.
Mia only felt like this was a dream, too unreal.
The scene before her eyes was dreamlike, with the brilliant sunlight shining on his exquisitely handso face.
Their gazes t, as if everything around them had turned to nothingness.
In his eyes, there was only her, and she... was deeply drawn to him.
Monica Usher looked incredulously at the scene on stage, staggering backward, caught by Anton Miller.
As if all the strength had been drained from her, her body felt empty, and she dared not believe what she was seeing and hearing.
He was proposing at the kindergarten!
Did his mory co back?
Anton Miller was also shocked, what was Justin Kingston doing?
The parents below the stage were even more full of discussions.
Justin Kingston held the microphone and spoke to them, "Mia and I have not divorced, but we also have not had a wedding."
"I know you have a lot of questions." He turned his gaze to the audience, "The grand wedding that has been prepared for months was originally intended for Mia!"
"Oh my god!"
"CEO Kingston, does that an... you’re not marrying Monica Usher?" At this ti, a parent fearlessly asked what everyone was wondering.
Everyone’s eyes were locked on Justin, holding their breath to listen!
The scene beca incredibly quiet in an instant.
Monica’s heart tightened into a knot! Staring intently at him kneeling on one knee on stage.
Justin was not offended, he calmly said, "The complexities of a wealthy family aren’t sothing you can understand. Have any of you heard say I love her?"
These words were like a sharp knife, stabbing straight into Monica’s heart!
She stared in shock at Justin, the man who was remarkably handso, the words he spoke publicly were so indifferent!
Soone else asked, "So will you marry Monica Usher?"
"No." Justin did not hesitate, he knelt on one knee before Mia, holding a microphone in one hand and her hand in the other, reiterating, "I will not marry Monica Usher."
In the back of the crowd, Monica clenched her teeth, fighting back the sting in her eyes.
Mia, wearing a light blue dress, stood on the stage staring at him unwaveringly. To her, at this mont, it felt just like a dream, a dream that softened her heart, that made her sink...
But she knew, as soon as she stepped off this stage, he would no longer belong to her.
They were just putting on a show of affection for the sake of the child.
Justin’s voice was low and magnetic, "If a person can’t even have control over their own marriage, what is the point of living?"
Monica couldn’t listen anymore!
Holding back tears, she stepped back two paces and turned to get into Anton’s car.
Sitting in the passenger seat, her tears wouldn’t stop falling, her heart clenched into a ball, as if sothing was silently shattering, impossible to piece back together.
Anton also got in the car, turned to look at her, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.
As a child when he got into trouble, Justin was always busy, it was always Monica who helped handle things.
She also kept trying to fix her relationship with Justin, doing everything to help him, not just with work.
In this relationship, she really gave too much, only to end up hurt and scarred.
Last ti, Anton had even slapped her because of Mia.
Thinking back now... there was a hint of guilt in his heart.
He handed her a tissue without saying anything.
Monica, like a puppet, leaned back against the chair, tears streaming down, her sadness beyond words.
Anton furrowed his brow, lightly sighed, and drove the car away...
Justin’s earlier actions were live-stread by countless parents, which he had anticipated.
Now videos were everywhere online, sparking heated discussions among netizens.
More than 80% of netizens supported them being together, after all, they had a child.
But 20% of netizens sympathized with Monica Usher, feeling it was very unfair to her.
Far away in Clearwater Bay, Kristina Kingston saw the news, clutching her chest, she sat down on the sofa with difficulty, pain sweeping through her entire body.
"Madam! What’s wrong?" Mary happened to see her, hurriedly putting down the tray in her hands and rushed over to support her, "Madam! Are you feeling unwell?!"
The phone fell onto the carpet, Mary glanced at it, seeing the scene displayed on the screen.
Then looking at the lady again, she had slumped onto the sofa in agony, gasping for air.
Mary judged the situation in a second, calmly grabbing the landline and dialing 120...
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