Mia Lane hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She wasn’t hungry at all, just sitting blankly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom, still waiting for him to return. But the yard remained silent, suggesting he wasn’t planning on coming back. She hesitated again while holding her phone— Should she call him or not? If she called, would he answer? If he answered, would he scold her? Thinking of his cold demeanor, Mia Lane retreated once more. At night, in the Kingston Group, in the president’s office. Justin Kingston also held his phone, glancing at the screen from time to time, waiting for something. Clearly, she was in the wrong, making him angry and bringing shame to the Kingston family; and yet she didn’t call to apologize? Her husband doesn’t go back home, does she not care at all? Monica Usher sat not far away, unaware that Justin’s thoughts might not be here right now. From her perspective, not being driven away by him was her greatest fortune. And with so many words bottled up inside for so long, there had never been such a perfect time as tonight to express them. "Justin, are you happy?" Monica Usher looked at him with concern, cradling her coffee cup. "Everyone looks up to you, envies you, but only I know that you’re not truly happy, right?" He snapped back to reality and looked at her. She smiled slightly, "Because I’m not happy either." At Emerald Cove, the night was gentle, and the scent of roses wafted outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Mia Lane got up and knocked on the children’s room door, "Are you asleep?" Get full chapters from novel✶fire.net She opened the door to find the two little monkeys sitting on the tree! Gigi and Dolly slid down the slide. "Do you need anything, Mommy?" they each ran up to her. Mia Lane reached out and stroked the two small heads, "Call Daddy and find out where he is for me." Since it was to find out, Gigi understood instantly and took out the phone without a word to dial the number. In the president’s office. When the phone rang, Justin’s palm trembled, and a warmth surged in his heart! But when he glanced at the screen, it wasn’t Mia Lane... his heart sank with obvious disappointment. Returning to his senses, seeing it was his son’s call, he still picked it up, "Hey, Gigi." "Daddy, where are you?" the little guy asked in a low voice, "Are you coming back tonight?" "I’m at the company handling some things. Is there anything wrong?" "No, I just asked casually. Good night." "Then you and your sister go to bed early." After the call ended, Mia Lane gestured to the kids, "Thank you." Then she hurried downstairs. She took the car keys from the butler’s hand. "Madam, it’s so late. Where are you going? Let the driver go with you!" "No need." Mia Lane opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, "I’m going to the company to see him!" With that, she started the car and drove off. Leaving Butler Shelby standing in the cold wind, bewildered! What on earth is this! In the president’s office, Justin sat behind the intricately carved vintage-style desk, his years of navigating the business world honing his skill of keeping emotions in check. Monica Usher was absorbed in her own emotions, memories flooding her heart with a genuine warmth. "Justin, I have been trying so hard all these years, and I believe you’ve noticed." she said passionately, "I’m not noble enough to wish you happiness without me, I just want to give you happiness myself." Justin turned his gaze to her, his expression indifferent. "Do you know?" she said honestly, "How I wish accidentally I could grow old with you." Justin looked at her meaningfully, his eyes narrowing, "You’re thinking too much." Mia Lane’s car was parked downstairs. After getting out, she quickly made her way into the lobby and took the elevator upstairs. When she arrived at the door of the president’s office, she heard Monica Usher say— "I’m really tired of this feeling of being unable to move forward and unwilling to step back." She smiled slightly, "I know you don’t love Mia Lane, but to tie her down for the kids, don’t you think it’s a bit impulsive?"