"Dad is sick and in the hospital, I just got a call from mom." The beautiful sister looked worried, "Do you want to go to the hospital first? Dad really wants to see you." "Dad?" She widened her eyes in shock, particularly anxious, "Why is dad sick? Is it serious?" "You’ll know when you see him!" The sister casually hailed a cab for her, "The driver will remind you to get off at the hospital, mom will be waiting for you at the entrance!" The car door opened, she was inexplicably pushed inside. "Sister..." Before she could ask anything else, the car started and drove off... The sunshine in the dream remained just as bright as that day, exactly like in her memories, making her dizzy... Sitting in the back seat, she began to feel drowsy, the drink in her hand fell into the car... When she woke up again, it was already dark. And she... was still in the car! The car wobbled as it drove forward. By the moonlight, she could see the scenery outside the window, a bumpy mountain path, with tall reeds on both sides, where was this? "Uncle, stop the car! I want to go back!" "Uncle, you took the wrong road! I need to go to the hospital! My dad is sick!" "Uncle, stop the car... stop!!" In the dream, she was only five years old, shouting so helplessly! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novèlfire.net But the driver seemed like a deaf-mute, gripping the steering wheel, pressing the gas pedal, not reacting at all. Clearwater Bay, on a bed in a certain bedroom. Her forehead was sweating slightly, Mia Lane’s entire body seemed tied up, unable to struggle out of the dream. "Stop the car, stop the car..." She called out helplessly, filled with despair. Suddenly she opened her eyes! Mia Lane gasped heavily. She couldn’t remember how many times she had awakened from such a dream. She was used to it, didn’t pick up her phone to check the time, nor did she wipe the sweat off her forehead. Closing her eyes again, those scenes deep in memory replayed over and over in her mind. Kristina Kingston got up feeling still terrible, her complexion looked bad. Mary was serving her nearby and also advised, "Madam, she is someone that Mr. Kingston cares about. No matter how angry you are, please don’t hit her again today." "She deserves it!" Kristina sat at the dressing table, she put on a mask. Mary had already combed her hair, "..." When the bedroom door opened, Mia Lane appeared in their view, her cheeks slightly swollen, concealing exhaustion with makeup. No one knew when she had been standing at the doorway. Mary did not dare to call her madam in front of Mrs. Kingston, nor did she dare greet her, just stood aside. Kristina’s gaze instantly chilled a few degrees upon seeing Mia Lane. She passed by Mia Lane directly ignoring her, heading towards the stairs! "Madam." Mia Lane turned to follow. Mary also followed, everyone went downstairs together. "Madam, please give me three minutes to explain." Mia Lane caught up to the sofa. Kristina sat down in the sofa, leisurely tidying her white gloves, "No need." Her voice as cold as could be, "Your explanation today is just a cover that you thought about all night!" "Why won’t you trust others?" She asked softly, without any complaint, full of patience, "Why won’t you save yourself, though the hurt is on you? Maybe I can heal you." "Get out." Kristina raised her gaze, filled with disgust, "I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you, impossible to get rid of!" Mia Lane, her face swollen, explained without being servile or overbearing, "I am Cora Yates, Ian Shelby’s mentor, this is my email." Saying it, she took out her phone and handed it in front of her.