Barbara Sutton forced back her heartache and said softly, "President Usher, maybe once disappointment reaches a certain level, this feeling blooms into a flower named indifference." "No, it’s called bone-deep." Monica Usher’s tear-filled eyes lost focus, her lips trembling as heartbreak spread endlessly. Justin Kingston left by taxi. His brow slightly furrowed, he looked out at the scenery outside the window, his eyes somewhat indifferent. After an unknown amount of time, he picked up his phone, dialed a number, and instructed in a deep voice, "Help me check a piece of surveillance footage." His eyes flashed with depth, as some confusion needed to be gradually unraveled. If it hadn’t been for Mia Lane’s reminder today, Justin Kingston wouldn’t have thought to check the complete surveillance. His vision was blinded by hatred. In the hospital room. Mia Lane lay down for half an hour, feeling much calmer. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel⦿fire.net Feeling she was alright, she lifted the covers and got out of bed. When she opened the door, she saw two strangers in suits standing outside. The badges on their chests told her they were sent by Justin Kingston. "Hello, Miss Lane." The strangers greeted her respectfully. "We are sent by Mr. Kingston to ensure your safety, and when you feel comfortable, we’ll escort you home." She asked softly, "Where is he?" "Mr. Kingston has already left," the man said truthfully. Mia Lane pressed her lips together without any change in emotion, and walked forward, followed by the two men behind her. The three took the elevator down, and there was no conversation along the way. Mia Lane walked out of the hospital lobby, a warm breeze brushed her face, scattering her thoughts. She sighed softly, ah, stop thinking about it! He and she had no real connection! The man held open the Bentley car door for her, "Miss Lane, please." He politely helped her into the car. Actually, one of the men asked, "Miss Lane, are you going to Emerald Cove or elsewhere?" Going to Emerald Cove might not be a good idea? Before he left, that look in his eyes... he was clearly angry. What exactly was he angry about? "I’m going to the seaside, drive ahead, and I’ll direct the way." Mia Lane said softly. A vast sea-view villa— A luxurious Maserati was parked in the lush green yard. Wearing a red long dress, Grace Dalton sat in the living room on the sofa, her high heels encrusted with tiny diamonds were dazzling, normally she wouldn’t be willing to wear them, even though she lived a lavish life. Because she was the heroine of "The Love of Purple Cove," Ms. Tancred warmly entertained her. "Miss Dalton, please have some tea." Ms. Tancred served Pu’er tea and brought snacks. Having seen the world, Grace Dalton glanced around at the interior decor, which was indeed very opulent, just one carpet was worth a fortune, and extremely soft. "Does Anton Ford live alone in such a big house?" she tried to inquire. Ms. Tancred lightly lifted the corners of her mouth, merely smiled, and didn’t answer. Grace Dalton, with her delicate and beautiful features, sat properly on the sofa, accepted the tea from Ms. Tancred, "Thank you." A car stopped outside the yard, and Mia Lane got out of the car, entering the yard and walking towards the living room. Through the French windows, Ms. Tancred saw her figure, while Grace Dalton was savoring the tea, "It’s really good, the taste is just right." Until the sound of footsteps came. She turned her eyes and saw Mia Lane enter the living room. "Hello, Miss Lane," Ms. Tancred greeted respectfully. Seeing Grace Dalton, Mia Lane was slightly puzzled, but then she averted her gaze and walked up the stairs. Grace Dalton stood up and quickly walked towards her, "Wait a moment." Mia Lane stopped but didn’t look back. Grace Dalton paused beside her, "Why are you staying here?" Mia Lane turned her eyes, her gaze coldly fixed on her, despite trying to ignore her presence, she still came seeking her out, what did she want? Grace Dalton felt a little fearful under her stare, that gaze was so cold. Mia Lane didn’t answer her question, shifted her gaze, and walked upstairs! Today she was in a bad mood, matters with the Dalton family would be settled later. Watching her slender back, Grace Dalton concluded, so the person who supported Anton Ford into the living room that night was her? "Ms. Tancred." She questioned, turning and walking step by step towards the sofa, "Isn’t she Mrs. Kingston? Why is she living here?"