Mia Lane forced a smile: "..." This son really is a troublemaker! Should she answer or not? "Mr. Kingston, Mrs. Kingston, and both of you little ones, please upstairs!" "Studio 25 has been cleared out, and there are twenty sets of family outfits prepared inside. You can choose from them." "The photographer and makeup artist are inside waiting for you, all professionals." They followed the staff’s lead, and Justin Kingston didn’t let go of Mia’s hand. He felt her palm warming up, she wasn’t wearing much, was she nervous? Gigi had called to make an appointment yesterday, and today’s events were still within his expectations so far. He also noticed the hidden reporters; Daddy and Mommy hadn’t sensed them, right? In a large VIP ward, Monica Usher sat leaning against the headboard, her cheeks swollen and an IV drip attached to her hand. It had taken forever to get through to dawn; her heart felt empty and incredibly aggrieved. Barbara Sutton had specially brought her breakfast. Sitting beside the bed, she persuaded, "President Usher, please eat a bit? I know you can’t chew, so I cooked eight-treasures porridge for you, just drink it like water." "Where’s CEO Kingston?" Monica mumbled, "Is he very busy?" "It’s Saturday," she replied, "How busy can he be?" Monica tried to remember; Justin wouldn’t schedule anything on Saturdays, so he was at home. Wasn’t he planning to visit her? It was almost nine; the sun was high in the sky. After so many slaps, the diagnosis came in: Monica had mild hearing damage and needed to stay in the hospital for treatment, or the consequences would be serious. She hoped Justin would come to see her, yet feared meeting him. Find the newest release on NoveI-Fire.ɴet Such an embarrassing scene was witnessed by him, making Monica feel humiliated and unable to show her face. Even if it was an ordinary employee in her situation, shouldn’t he come to the hospital to offer his regards? It’s a matter of courtesy, right? Especially since she was about to become his wife. "President Usher, have some porridge? It’ll get cold if you don’t." Barbara, as a friend, worried genuinely, "Health is a priority, maybe... maybe CEO Kingston is having breakfast? Perhaps he’ll come by later." Monica clung to a sliver of hope, not rejecting her, "Could you call the doctor over? I have questions for him." Right then, the doctor walked in. "Doctor! When will my face recover?" She asked, her tone slightly agitated. "The most important thing now isn’t your face." The doctor checked the instruments, speaking while making notes, "It’s your hearing." "I’m getting married; I can’t delay the wedding!" Monica exclaimed, "I’m more worried about my face than my hearing!" The doctor sighed, "Don’t worry, one week will be enough, but you must cooperate with the treatment." "I’ll cooperate! I’ll definitely cooperate!!" Holding onto hope, she nodded like a woodpecker. "Everything is fine, finish the IV first, and I’ll come by later." With that, the doctor turned and left. "Since you need to cooperate, start with the porridge." Barbara also breathed a sigh of relief. Monica didn’t resist; she took the bowl and spoon. Barbara, sitting by the bed, felt a pang, seeing the cool and elegant President Usher end up bullied . After finishing the porridge, Monica asked anxiously, "Is there any gossip in the company?" Considering that many witnessed the incident firsthand. "You’re a vice president, who dares gossip about you?" Barbara reassured her, "Don’t worry, no one dares to comment, plus you’re about to become Mrs. Kingston. Time will blur such matters, as long as you don’t feel awkward after discharge, it’ll be others who will feel uncomfortable." Recalling Hailey Hale, that nasty brat, Monica gritted her teeth in anger! If she was that ruthless, then Monica wouldn’t be polite either, no matter if she was the mayor’s daughter! Someday, Monica vowed to teach her a lesson! This debt must be settled clearly!