"That must have been a relationship that lasted many years, definitely not just a whim. I can sense the tacit understanding between them, and that woman isn’t seeking to climb up." "My mom has a strong personality; she put most of her energy into the company when she was young. When she found out about this, she didn’t handle it correctly. Instead, her relationship with Dad deteriorated. Eventually, Dad asked for a divorce, even willing to leave with nothing, yet Mom disagreed..." Upon hearing this, Mia Lane was somewhat shocked, fully immersed in the story. "Actually, their feelings were irreparable by then." Justin Kingston took a sip of tea and looked up at the distant starry sky, "My father had an illegitimate child outside; he was ready to let it all go. That woman seemed to truly love my dad; she didn’t want marriage." "I met that woman once and wanted to talk her out of it, but she came across as knowledgeable and elegant, understanding..." Justin Kingston sighed lightly, his voice low and magnetic, "My mom loved Dad very much, but she didn’t know how to win him back; all she did was argue and scold. This abnormal life continued for five years. At home, I felt suffocated every second..." "When I was 17, I saw Dad shielding that woman, rushing out of a fire right before my eyes." His brows furrowed slightly, "One of the maids told me my mom was still inside. I braved the fire and carried my mom out, by which time Dad and the woman had disappeared..." Mia Lane’s heart was pained, though he spoke calmly; inside, he must be deeply hurt. "That was the fire incident." Justin Kingston said quietly, "As for the cause of the fire, I don’t want to believe it was my father’s doing, perhaps my mom knows the answer." "After the fire, my dad vanished..." "I wasn’t seriously injured, but my mom had lost the will to survive; she stood in the fiercest part of the fire, waiting for death to come, maybe she too was desperate." "When I was 18, I witnessed a car accident one year after the fire, where my dad and that woman... died in a car crash." Mia Lane pondered silently, feeling heavy-hearted. Justin Kingston would never forget that scene— The car was completely unrecognizable, flipped upside down, with his father trapped under the steering wheel, blood flowing from his forehead, breathing faintly. "Dad!! Dad!!" He rushed over and knelt on the ground. His father reached out with a blood-soaked hand and said with difficulty, "Take care of my brother for me, I beg you, in the next life... I’ll be your servant." Mia Lane finally understood why he doesn’t believe in love, doesn’t believe in marriage, because he doesn’t believe in human nature. Justin Kingston’s eyebrows carried an innate sense of cold nobility, and once the story was told, he fell silent. For a moment, Mia Lane didn’t know how to speak. Googlᴇ search novel fire.net He opened his wounds, and her comfort seemed pale and powerless. As he was about to leave, Mia Lane called to him softly. Justin Kingston turned to look back, "I have to go reply to an email first." With that, he stepped away. Whether he’s really going to reply to an email or not, there are always emotions one needs to process alone. Sitting in the chair on the terrace, facing the evening breeze, Mia Lane felt heavy-hearted. She put down the teacup, rubbed her aching temples, trying to calm her thoughts. On the wide, soft double bed. Mia Lane lay sideways beside him, two hours had passed, unable to sleep. About those past years in the Kingston family, those snippets formed vivid images in her mind. She unexpectedly found herself fascinated by that woman. From Justin Kingston’s tone, no trace of resentment was detected. So, how does he view marriage? Justin Kingston lay flat with closed eyes, his breath steady, as if asleep. Until a gentle kiss landed on his cheek, he was startled slightly, gathering his thoughts. Did she steal a kiss from him?