"Isn’t the hospital better?" Anton Miller sneered, "No need to call 911 for beatings and injuries."
"Stop!" No one cared about her feelings, Monica Usher was so close that they might hit her too.
So she almost got punched several tis and had to step back.
"Anton!"
Seeing Anton Miller injured, she was extrely anxious.
"Justin!!"
Seeing Justin Kingston injured, she felt her heart was about to jump into her throat!
anwhile, Mia Lane stood not far away, indifferently watching everything happen before her eyes, without any emotional fluctuation.
As if these were two strangers doing things that had nothing to do with her.
Monica Usher looked at her, and in a panic, walked over to grab her arm, "Why aren’t you stopping them? Why?! Do you have no heart?! Aren’t you anxious?!"
Mia Lane indifferently pulled away from her hand and stepped toward the elevator.
Monica Usher paused for a second, then grabbed her again, "Mia! Are you a devil?!"
She was forcibly stopped.
Monica Usher hurriedly asked, "Do you want to see them get hurt for you?! Does that make you feel accomplished?"
Mia Lane turned her eyes, giving her a cold look.
She once again brushed off her hand, her voice icy, "You’re the devil! Insisting on marrying soone who doesn’t love you!" After saying that, she turned and walked toward the two fighting n.
It felt as though a fire was lit inside Monica Usher, her chest heaving intensely; she almost wanted to rush over and slap her!
Mia Lane directly pulled the two apart, tiredly standing between them.
The two brothers’ chests heaved as they looked at each other with unbearable anger in their eyes!
"Childish."
Mia Lane left only these two words, then left without looking back.
Anton Miller turned to follow her!
Just as Justin Kingston also wanted to step forward, the doors of the ergency room opened, and the doctor ca out, "Mr. Kingston!"
Justin was stopped in his tracks, looking with hidden pain as they both entered the elevator, one behind the other.
"Are you okay?" Monica Usher ca to his side, looking at him with particular concern.
Justin didn’t even glance at her out of the corner of his eye, as he walked to the ergency room door, standing before the doctor.
"Mr. Kingston, Madam is refusing to accept treatnt." The doctor said solemnly, "Although she’s out of danger, her heart disease needs dication."
"Why is she refusing?" Justin felt sowhat restless, still thinking about Anton Miller and Mia Lane leaving together; would he hold her hand? Would he put his arm around her shoulder?
"She..." the doctor hesitated, and soon two assistants pushed out a stretcher.
Two minutes later.
In the spacious and bright VIP ward.
As per Kristina Kingston’s request, only her son remained in the room, while everyone else was asked to leave; she had sothing to say to him.
Justin looked down at his mother, his gaze sowhat heavy.
"You marry Monica, and I’ll take the dicine." Kristina Kingston said, "Otherwise, just watch die here."
The specifics of the heart disease were already in Justin’s hands.
If she didn’t continue to accept treatnt, she could be in danger at any mont.
Staring at his stubborn and obstinate mother lying on the bed, his eyes deepened, "As you wish." With that, he turned to leave.
Bang.
As the door closed, Kristina Kingston’s heart shook violently, almost doubting if she misheard!
What was his attitude?
For that woman, he’s even disregarding his mother’s life?
Since the amnesia, why has the situation only gotten worse?
Mary quickly ca in, "Madam, Mr. Kingston he..." urgently, did they argue?
"Did he leave?" Kristina Kingston asked a little uneasily.
"Entered the elevator." Mary saw his expression was cold, seemingly in a bad mood, probably not coming back.
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