Then she turned to Ms. Tancred and said, "Ms. Tancred, please help prepare so ginger water, not for drinking, but for bathing! Sliced ginger is fine, there’s no ti."
"Alright." Ms. Tancred didn’t ask about Anton Miller’s thoughts and turned to leave.
Anton Miller didn’t realize Justin Kingston’s condition could be so weak, "How is he? Is it serious?"
Mia Lane detected a hint of concern, she looked up at him and then shook her head, "No, just carry him upstairs to my room, quickly!"
She had the tone of a doctor.
To her room?
Anton Miller felt sowhat reluctant.
"Hurry up!" Mia Lane glanced at him, "Otherwise, you might have hurt him. How else could he faint just from getting rained on with his physique?"
Anton Miller stood motionless, his reluctance evident.
Mia Lane’s sharp gaze fell on him, and despite his deep reluctance, he had to help.
Anton Miller carried Justin Kingston upstairs.
Ms. Tancred placed the ginger slices into the bathtub and filled it with hot water.
Anton Miller helped Justin Kingston take a ginger bath while Mia Lane waited outside the door, "Don’t take personal revenge."
"Then co in and help wash him," Anton Miller’s voice ca out, "I didn’t expect you to care about him so much, he’s about to get married."
"Don’t provoke , I see it clearly," Mia Lane analysed, "If sothing happens to him with you, can you escape responsibility?"
"..."
Ten minutes later, Anton Miller helped Justin Kingston out; he wasn’t completely unconscious.
He laid him down on Mia Lane’s bed, Justin furrowed his brows lightly, his consciousness a bit fuzzy, "Mia... is it you? Don’t leave... I have so much to tell you."
Due to the fever, his throat was dry and parched.
Mia Lane sat on the edge of the bed and applied a cooling patch on his forehead.
Anton Miller brought a cup of warm water, and together with Mia Lane, fed him the fever-reducing dicine.
For soone this old, why is he still like a child?
Anton Miller saw Justin Kingston’s loneliness and helplessness for the first ti.
His mom is still in the hospital, yet he ca here and got caught in the rain.
"Let him rest for a while, the fever will go down in half an hour." Mia Lane covered him with a blanket, stood up, and said to Anton Miller, "Thank you, Anton."
He didn’t say a word, turned around and left, feeling like he was cursed.
Mia Lane watched his figure disappear from view, watching him gently close the door, she felt extrely regretful.
But she chose to stay by Justin Kingston’s side, sitting at the bedside, waiting for his fever to subside.
Half an hour later, his body temperature had noticeably dropped, and he slipped into a light sleep, sleeping very peacefully, perhaps he was too exhausted during this ti?
Mia Lane got up and quietly walked out of the room, went to the study, sat by the window listening to the rain, casually opened a book.
Anton Miller sat on the stairs, holding a bottle of whiskey, occasionally gulping down, his heart full of conflict.
Despite the ti spent together, he had truly fallen for Mia Lane.
Despite Mia Lane agreeing to be his woman, giving him a sliver of hope.
But Mia Lane’s heart was with Justin Kingston, and Anton Miller knew it.
Just like how Justin Kingston didn’t like Monica Usher, no matter how much she gave, he wouldn’t like it; he’d only grow more disgusted.
Taking another gulp of alcohol, Anton Miller didn’t want Mia Lane to hate him, so he hesitated, should he let go and bless them?
What is true love? It’s seeing her happy... but that realm is too high, and ordinary people can’t achieve it.
So, at this mont.
Anton Miller wavered in his heart about helping them, should he bring them together?
Let true lovers be together...
For Mia Lane, he began trying to let go of his hatred... Anton Miller changed imperceptibly, although he hadn’t noticed it himself; his mouth remained stubborn.
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