"So I have to approach her as Cora Yates and hide the fact that I’m Mrs. Kingston," Mia Lane asked, "Based on what you know about her injury, do you have any experiences to share?" This was the real reason she came today. "If I have enough time, I can heal her, but she has no patience herself," Ian Shelby said, "Ultimately, she still doesn’t trust people." "She’s probably very pessimistic, the chances of healing from extensive burns are not great, she must have researched online," Mia Lane’s tone carried a slight regret, "These old wounds, how could they be resolved in an instant? It’s inherently a difficult journey." "She can hurt people when she’s emotionally unstable," Ian Shelby warned, "She’s nihilistic, so every balcony above the second floor at Clearwater Bay is equipped with safety nets." Over here, the mentor and student were exchanging experiences. Kingston Group, in the towering skyscrapers, inside the elegantly simple CEO office. Justin Kingston’s outfit was impeccably clean without a single crease, his cold and perfect features left others breathless. He sat in his office chair, put down the file he was holding, and unconsciously thought of Mia Lane. So early up, where did she go? Recalling that night, the barely-there kiss, Justin Kingston’s mood had been quite complex. Was she sympathizing with him? For some reason, Justin Kingston never lost focus at the company, but lately he’s been constantly distracted by Mia Lane. What was going on with him? Could it be that he really liked her? Marrying her was just to give the kids a complete family, so they could have a mother’s love. The sound of footsteps entering brought him back to reality. Justin Kingston looked up and saw Monica Usher entering with a document. "CEO Kingston, could you please sign this?" She carefully handed over the document, looking very serious about her work. In fact, this task could be done by assistant Barbara Sutton; she didn’t need to make the trip herself. Justin Kingston calmly glanced at her, took the document for review, and finally signed his name at the end. Throughout the process, Monica Usher gazed at him tenderly, hoping time would slow down so she could spend more time with him, feeling a sense of tranquil days. He handed the signed document to her and noticed she was distracted. Their eyes met again, and she asked, "Is your stomach any better?" The woman smiled as she took the file from him, "Does having her by your side allow you to eat normally?" Justin Kingston frowned, "What kind of answer are you hoping for?" Caught off guard by his question, Monica Usher felt his gaze like a sword piercing toward her. "You’re losing your senses, don’t you know?" Monica Usher said calmly, suppressing her heartache, "You used to at least treat me as a partner, not so cold." She said, "When I was abroad, we would talk on the phone every week. After discussing work, we’d care about each other." She asked, "But now? I haven’t done anything, yet you treat me like an enemy." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net "I just don’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings," Justin Kingston replied frankly, "I was single before, now I’m married." "..." Monica Usher was so upset she didn’t know what to say. His gaze withdrew, ice flashing in his eyes, and he no longer paid any attention to her. Monica Usher ignored his coldness, took the documents, and turned to leave. A black Volvo parked in the yard, Ian Shelby emerged from the driver’s seat, carrying a folder, and headed toward the living room. Kristina Kingston finished reading the related documents about Cora Yates, who had become a well-known master of pharmaceuticals at a young age, and was exceptionally low-key, with research on burns... Ian Shelby noticed her expression didn’t change, calm as if she were looking at a stack of blank paper.