Before the director could speak to persuade her, she turned around and got into the RV nearby. "What’s with those two...?" Someone questioned, seeming to have noticed something. At this moment, the young stagehand spoke freely, "It’s clear for everyone to see, no need to ask further. Spending time together every day, it’s hard not to spark anything." "Has Miss Dalton finally found a man she’s interested in?" "Isn’t that the case?" "But I don’t think Anton Ford cares much for her, they don’t even interact privately." "Who knows? Maybe they’re intentionally avoiding it, you can’t be certain about private matters." About ten minutes later, a black Volvo drove into the courtyard of the seaside villa. The driver’s door opened, Anton Miller got out of the car, and immediately saw the figure sitting with knees hugged on the outdoor sofa. She’s still watching the clouds? At this time, Ms. Tancred came out from the living room, "Mr. Miller, dinner is ready." "I’ll call her." He stopped Ms. Tancred and walked towards Mia Lane. The evening breeze blew, the scent of lilies swirling, smelling particularly pleasant. As he got closer to her, Anton Miller felt she was as clear as black jade, especially with the faint cold fragrance on her that suited his taste. Standing beside Mia Lane, his shadow enveloped her. "Come inside for dinner." His tone was calm, "Ms. Tancred said you skipped lunch, you’ll collapse if you keep this up." "I’m not hungry." She still looked at the clouds, her lips lightly parted, "You go ahead." He couldn’t stand seeing her mistreat herself , Anton Miller’s gaze deepened, "Even if you’re not hungry, shouldn’t you at least join me? I saved him, shouldn’t you thank me for that?" "..." Her whole body tensed up, unnervingly anxious. "I’m not making an unreasonable demand, it’s just a meal." She dared not provoke him, so she put on her shoes and stood up in front of him. At a close distance, their eyes met. She said nothing, just walked past him towards the dining room. Anton Miller couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, was she thinking about Justin Kingston all day? When he entered the dining room, Mia Lane was already seated in a white chair, her expression calm and indifferent. Ms. Tancred had prepared the tableware for her. Tonight’s dinner was sumptuous, still strictly following the nutritional standards of a postpartum meal. Official source is novel⸺fire.net There were brown sugar syrup, lotus root starch, milk custard, red date peanut millet porridge, fish soup, meat patties... Anton Miller sat across from her, having dinner together with her. The crystal chandelier overhead emitted bright and brilliant light, the scent of lilies still filled the air, but there was no exchange of glances, let alone words between them. Aethelburg, in the VIP suite of the hospital. Justin Kingston hadn’t woken up yet, he had removed the oxygen mask, but his breath was still weak, it had been confirmed he was not in life-threatening condition. Monica Usher still couldn’t eat, only drinking a little porridge, she sat by the bed watching over him. Worried he wouldn’t wake, and worried if he did, he would seek out Mia Lane. Her heart was full of contradictions, destined to be far from happiness. Kristina Kingston had grown much thinner, her eyes remained swollen red, from the day she knew her son was in a car accident, all her happiness was lost. Ian Shelby was still in Aethelburg, currently discussing with experts in the office. "There’s a high chance he could become a vegetable." The expert sighed, shaking his head regretfully, "The main issue is the injury to his head, being able to save his life is already quite fortunate." Ian Shelby’s mood was also heavy, "Some things may only be left to time, but I’ll do my best. If he becomes a vegetable, how is that different from death?" "This isn’t your area of expertise, you’ll also find it hard to help." The expert pointed out frankly, "But you can try." "He’s my friend." Ian Shelby said, "And he’s my mentor’s husband, I have the responsibility and duty to help him recover." "..." Actually, Ian Shelby felt quite unsure inside. Riventhal, in a large standalone villa. The second-floor bedroom was brightly lit, Sean Dalton, wearing loungewear, sat on the sofa by the window, taking out his phone, preparing to make a call. The room door was hit loudly, yes, it was hit, not knocked. She frowned as she looked towards the tightly closed door, her gaze full of disdain! The sound grew louder.