Though Justin Kingston had always taken care of him secretly since they were young, the two barely had any direct conversations. Anton Miller also knew that Justin Kingston didn’t like him, it was just out of responsibility or guilt. Tethering Justin Kingston’s woman by his side brought Anton Miller no pleasure, because Mia Lane was not an ordinary woman; she was the only woman who could make Anton Miller look her in the eye. Upstairs, Mia Lane obediently took her medicine. She put down the glass of water and remained leaning against the headboard. She wasn’t sad about losing the child, nor did she consider her own health. Her entire mind was on Justin Kingston. Her memories still lingered in the tense state of the emergency room. That night, her dreams were filled with Justin Kingston, feeling utterly broken. Clutching a pillow, she lay on her side in bed, not sure when she fell into a light sleep. She was so tired, and she missed him so much... her heart was filled with guilt, wishing she had been a step slower crossing the street. Aethelburg, in a VIP intensive care unit. In the innermost room of the luxurious suite, after 36 hours of intense rescue efforts, Justin Kingston finally escaped life-threatening danger, but he hadn’t woken up yet. A thick bandage wrapped around his head, both hands were in casts, and various wounds on his body had been stitched up, giving him a shattered appearance that no one dared to touch. Monica Usher, now gaunt, sat at his bedside, staring at him blankly, "...". Her tears had already dried up. "When will he wake up?" Kristina Kingston asked the surgeon apprehensively. The doctor replied gravely in English, "Whether he wakes up, and when he wakes up, all of it depends on Mr. Kingston’s own fortune." Her chest tightened suddenly, "What do you mean?" Ian Shelby then spoke in Chinese, "It means Mr. Kingston could possibly become a vegetative state." He bluntly conveyed the essential point. His words were like a bolt from the blue, striking terror into the hearts of Kristina Kingston and Monica Usher! Their hearts were abruptly pained, and they looked at him in shock. Riventhal, with the moon setting and the sun rising. The beautiful morning light shone over the large beach villa, softly spilling through the windows, quietly flowing over the wide and soft bed. Mia Lane slowly opened her eyes. Lying on her side, she did not move, just blinked, and tears inexplicably flowed out... This past half month, every time she woke from sleep, she felt utterly desperate. She also spoke very little, closing herself off. When the knock came on the door, she remained indifferent, like a puppet devoid of thoughts. Ms. Tancred entered, coming to the bedside, "Miss Lane, it’s nice weather today. Will you come downstairs for breakfast? Mr. Miller is waiting for you." Mia Lane seemed not to hear her words. Ms. Tancred added, "He says if you don’t come down, he’ll bring it up to you." Mia Lane still didn’t react, her cold tears soaking the pillow. She missed Justin Kingston so much... Half a month had passed, and she didn’t know how he was doing. Ms. Tancred thought of the awkward interaction between Mr. Miller and her during this time, sighed lightly, and couldn’t help but say, "Miss Lane, Mr. Miller has been very weak recently, yet he’s still working on set every day. He d 2000 milliliters of blood and even went out of his way to pick a phone for you. He’s already fainted twice." Mia Lane was stunned, propping herself up, incredulously meeting her gaze. A faint smile appeared on Ms. Tancred’s face, "You’re willing to go downstairs now? I’ll wait for you at the door, you can change clothes! The doctor also said that after half a month, you should walk a little, you can’t be cooped up every day." Ms. Tancred left the room, gently closing the door behind her. Mia Lane opened the bedroom door, 2000 milliliters? Was he crazy? She appeared before Ms. Tancred, dressed cleanly and tidily. Ms. Tancred greeted her with a smile, revitalized, "Good morning, Miss Lane." "Good morning." She showed no emotional fluctuation, calmly glanced at her, and walked towards the stairs. After coming downstairs, Mia Lane walked into the dining room, smelling the scent of lilies permeating the air and seeing the two bouquets of yellow lilies on the bar. Dewdrops still clung to the petals, indicating they were freshly arranged. "Miss Lane, Mr. Miller went to the flower shop this morning to buy these, saying you would definitely like them." She saw Anton Miller, dressed in a white hoodie, sitting at the dining chair, holding a cup of milk, looking up at her. Anton Miller was taken aback by her beauty, even without any expression, she was still so beautiful in a melancholic way. Author’s Weibo: Miss Yun Jin Shu, for discussing plots.