Mia bravely faced her gaze, "I won’t leave, I’ll explain it to you tomorrow. Take care of yourself." After speaking, she turned and left. "Stop right there!" Kristina Kingston was so angry her fists were clenched tightly. Mary quickly grabbed her, "Ma’am, please don’t get angry. If you hit her, Mr. Kingston will come for you! He’ll be back in a couple of days!" It was this remark that brought Kristina Kingston back to some semblance of sanity. Mia went upstairs, the strong taste of blood enveloping her mouth, her left cheek aching and numb. Upon reaching the bedroom, she locked the door, leaned against it, and took a deep breath. She then went to the bathroom mirror to look at herself; her entire left cheek was swollen, bright red. Bloodstains lingered at the corner of her mouth. It was the worst state she’d ever been in. She filled the bathtub with water, steam quickly fogging up the bathroom, her vision was slightly blurry. Her weary body sank into the warm water, head tilted back, eyes closed, taking another deep breath. Unconsciously, she recalled what Justin Kingston had said when he left— "Then go... You don’t need to report your work to me." "This isn’t reporting; before a husband leaves, he must explain things to his wife. It’s called accountability, making sure everything is taken care of." "I want to ask you a question: have you fallen in love with me?" "I’ll give you the answer when you return." "I wish to see that my mom’s skin has clearly improved after a few days when I come back." "I promise I’ll try my best!" She promised to give him the answer when he returned. She promised that when he returned, his mother’s skin would have clearly improved. Perhaps Justin Kingston’s words gave her strength; Mia steeled herself for the research she had to do later. But the pain in her cheeks reminded her—Kristina Kingston was an unreasonable woman! Mia, such a kind girl, couldn’t understand what someone might have gone through to have such a dark heart, to speak such venomous words. After bathing, Mia dressed and dried her hair. Her loose hair could cover the red, swollen half of her face. For Justin Kingston, she had to seize this opportunity to heal the scars on his mother. If more time passed, the difficulty in healing would increase. Downstairs, Mary had calmed Kristina Kingston, advising her not to get angry and to prioritize her health. As Mary passed by the medical room door, she saw the lone, busy figure inside; she hadn’t rested? Around eleven p.m., Mary saw her still there. At midnight, Mary woke from a nap and returned to the medical room door; it was empty inside. Mary thought for a moment, then quietly went downstairs... Just as Mia entered the bedroom, she applied some ointment to her cheeks, feeling a bit sad, as after all, she’d suffered. Luckily, Justin Kingston took the child away today. If the child had been blamed, the consequences would have been unimaginable. And what deep childhood trauma would this scene have left on the child? The door was gently knocked. Mia thought it was an illusion; she turned to look at the door, surrounded by silence. The night was already deep. Three more light knocks, clearly audible. She got up to open the door; she didn’t need to wear a mask anymore, now that her identity was exposed. She gently opened a small gap in the door. The source of this content ɪs NovєlFіre.net Mary handed her a bowl of white rice and a pair of chopsticks, whispering, "All the other dishes are gone, make do with this." Mia’s nose prickled with emotion; only Mary remembered she hadn’t had dinner in this house. She reached out politely to take the bowl and chopsticks, feeling deeply moved, "Thank you." Mary quickly left, afraid that Kristina Kingston would find out. Closing the door, Mia went to the window and tea table, crouched down, and gently placed the bowl on the table, finishing the cold white rice bite by bite. She thought it was especially delicious, more savory than meat, because she was genuinely hungry.