Kristina Kingston stood at the entrance of the living room, watching the airplane fly further and further away, her expression changed slightly. She reluctantly took out her phone and dialed Jerry Garcia’s number, suppressing a wave of resentment in her heart, "Reschedule the plane ticket for another day. There’s been a small issue." After speaking, she hung up. Just as she turned around, she noticed Mary standing behind her. Kristina stopped in her tracks, seeing her stiff and frozen, seemingly with something to say, "What’s wrong with you?" "Madam." Mary raised her eyes to look at her, mustered the courage to speak, "I think Mr. Kingston and Madam make a good match, mainly because they love each other and they have a child now. Why are you still trying to stop them?" Kristina lightly furrowed her brow, not expecting her to ask this. "Madam, please let them be!" Mary couldn’t stand it anymore and hurriedly expressed her opinion, "I know Ms. Usher is excellent, and she’s a very nice person, but Mr. Kingston doesn’t love her!" "You’re too young, still have a girl’s mindset." Kristina smiled with her eyes and cast a glance at her, "In the adult world, there’s no such thing as love; it’s something only young girls believe in." "..." Mary, feeling insignificant, didn’t know how to argue with her. "If you talk about love, it might exist." Kristina’s thoughts drifted back to a distant past, her expression profound, "But that is something only before one steps into adulthood; Mr. Kingston is 38 years old. He’s maneuvered in the business world for many years. If he didn’t prioritize interests, how would the Kingston Group be this strong?" "..." Mary felt very upset. "You know?" Kristina said with certainty, "In this world, only interests are eternal. Monica can offer Mr. Kingston real substance, she can support half the sky for him." Mary didn’t understand; she only felt that if a marriage is based solely on interests without love, it’s truly a pity. That marriage is a besieged fortress. On the private jet flying to Aethelburg. "What’s in your bag?" Justin Kingston noticed this detail and asked her with a smile, "Where are you planning to go?" Mia Lane masked her smile, "Some small items, nowhere in particular." "Let me see." He was curious and reached for the bag. Before she could stop him, Justin directly unzipped it. Inside was the teacup and keychain he gave her, along with half of a Jade Pendant. Follow current novels on novel fire.net "Why are you carrying this?" Justin weighed it, "There’s no water in the cup." "I saw the sunshine in the yard and thought to take a few close-ups of them." Her reason was just right, and her mind quick, "After all, you gave them to me, their meaning is different. I could post them on social media to show off." Seeing her smile as bright as a flower, he believed her. "And what about this half of the Jade Pendant?" After putting the other items back in the bag, he took the Jade Pendant in his hand and played with it, "The jade is pure white and delicate, gentle and substantial, not at all ostentatious, giving a subtle beauty, an excellent piece of mutton fat jade. Where’s the other half?" As he finished speaking, he looked up at her. Mia Lane’s smile was elegantly beautiful, and her face radiated a maternal warmth, "I found this." She reached out her hand to him, "Can you give it back to me?" Justin looked at the Jade Pendant; he didn’t believe her, but he didn’t ask further. He just secretly noted the appearance of this half of the Jade Pendant and returned it to her. The brilliant sunlight streamed through the window, as if casting a soft and bright holy light over them. Mia Lane put away the Jade Pendant and wrapped her arm around his, gently leaning on his shoulder. Justin turned to look at her, his clearly defined fingers clutching her hand, "Why are your hands so cold?" "Can you warm them for me?" Her breath was right by his ear, so close, so clear. This scene was like a beautiful painting, wishing time could stand still. Riventhal, Kingston Group. Monica Usher was enveloped by a restless emotion, feeling particularly unwell. She felt she was completely doomed! Mia Lane curing Mrs. Kingston meant she missed the chance to become Mrs. Kingston herself. Even though she had added iodine tincture to corrode the skin in the medicine, how did it miraculously heal? This was something she couldn’t understand. The sudden sound of her phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. Seeing the caller ID, she quickly composed herself, with a smile on her lips.