Barbara Sutton returned to the vice president’s office with a bright smile on her lips. My goodness! This counts as a shared hobby, doesn’t it?
Barbara has loved comics since she was a child and enjoyed doodling with a pencil.
She rembers that during middle school, every textbook was filled with cartoon characters, and therefore she was criticized countless tis by strict teachers.
If the comic industry weren’t so competitive, she might not even be with The Kingston Group.
Recalling the contents of that piece of paper, Barbara suddenly found Finn Morgan adorable and charming! Drawing this in the office? It doesn’t quite fit with his image.
Barbara felt that she understood the person she liked a little better.
In Ian Shelby’s villa.
The bright moonlight shone through the window; only the room where the two brothers were recuperating was lit.
Because it was already late at night.
Justin Kingston stared at the calendar on his phone, deep in thought.
Mia Lane noticed his brows gradually furrowing, and she tentatively asked, "What’s wrong?"
He answered softly, "Today is my mom’s birthday."
Even Anton Miller was slightly startled for a mont and turned his eyes toward him.
The room went silent for a few seconds...
The unpleasant scenes from earlier in the day resurfaced in everyone’s minds.
Mia knelt in front of him, held his large hand, and looked up at him with calm eyes, "Give her a call, and wish her a happy birthday. Take this opportunity to ease the relationship."
Justin thought about this suggestion for at least 30 seconds.
He finally dialed his mother’s number—
After a brief ringtone, the call connected.
"Mom," Justin took the initiative to speak.
Kristina Kingston was in the upstairs study at that mont, having just finished telling the kids bedti stories, and they were already asleep.
"Hmm." Rembering the events of the day, she still felt a bit smothered, as her son had obviously defended Anton Ford, that brat!
And she never really liked Anton Miller!
Justin’s cold eyebrows suddenly softened, "Happy birthday."
Kristina felt a slight pain in her chest, and her throat choked up, "..." He actually rembered?
Silence.
Justin didn’t know what else to say; his mind suddenly went blank, "You should rest early; it’s getting late." After saying this, he directly hung up the call.
Kristina stood by the window, holding the phone with a rigid body.
She originally wanted to ask about her son’s injuries and express so concern for him.
Yet he was in such a hurry?
Kristina slowly put down the phone, tears welling up in her eyes... When did things between them beco like this?
At 17, he rushed into a fire to save her, and over the years, he had always been looking for the best doctors for her... Justin never gave up.
The two of them, who once relied on each other for survival, at so point, seed to have a mother-son relationship full of scars.
Without having gone through any deep-seated argunts, except for the failed intervention in his marriage.
He won.
Yet the mother-son bond still seed to be severely impacted.
In the living room of Ian Shelby’s villa.
Mia calculated the ti difference and guessed the ti to call Gigi.
Thinking that by now the little ones should be waking up, right?
In the carefully prepared children’s room at Clearwater Bay.
After listening to the story, Gigi and Dolly obediently nestled into bed, and by now, they were already in a light sleep.
The ringtone from the watch phone woke Gigi.
He raised his hand to see that it was a call from Mommy.
Gigi quickly sat up, wide awake, and held his breath as he answered, "Hi, Mommy."
"What? Still sleeping?" Mia’s nose was sharp, and she could sll the bed linens from afar, "Didn’t you catch Aunt Marilyn’s breakfast?"
"Auntie is keeping it warm for us." Gigi didn’t explain, "We studied until a bit late last night, so we haven’t gotten up yet."
"Get up now! Imdiately, at once!" Mia commanded, "You must go to bed early and get up early. Auntie worked hard to make breakfast, and you absolutely must accompany her to eat it; don’t let her keep it warm, okay? It’s good manners."
"The tenth rule of the Lane family, I rember! I’m getting up now!" Gigi shouted energetically.
"Where’s Dolly?"
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