Not far away, Mary paused with a fruit platter in her hands, glaring unhappily at the woman kneeling on the ground. Why is she so annoying? Isn’t she being too impatient? "Mom, I’m begging you!" Monica Usher looked up, her long hair falling away to reveal her slightly swollen cheeks. "What happened to your face?" Kristina Kingston clutched her chest, bending down to look closely. Startled, she quickly covered her face, her heart in panic, "I accidentally bumped it." Her emotions were about to collapse, and her mental state was not good, "Mom, please move up the wedding! I can’t wait any longer!" Whenever it involved Justin Kingston and Mia Lane, she couldn’t stay calm and acted like a madwoman! Moreover, she couldn’t control herself, and Monica Usher hated this version of her. Kristina Kingston helped her up, "Why do you want to move up the wedding? What happened? Tell me!" "I saw Mia Lane seducing Justin myself!" She stood up, a trace of hatred in her eyes, "She dragged Justin and the child to take a family portrait! It’s already in the news." Kristina Kingston was shocked! She hadn’t looked at her phone today. Taking out her phone and opening the webpage, Kristina Kingston’s face suddenly changed! The Kingston family has hit the headlines! Negative news grabs more attention than positive news! The comments section is unbearable to read. Monica Usher accused, "And she deliberately fainted into Justin’s arms, he took her to the hospital, and as soon as they arrived, she woke up and gave me a piece of her mind outside the ward, coaxing Justin to raise his hand against me..." "Is there really such a thing?!" Kristina Kingston was furious. The most update n0vels are published on ɴovelfire.net But Mary didn’t believe it because Mrs. Kingston didn’t like Mia Lane, was overly fond of President Usher, and thus lost her judgment, blindly defending her. How can you just listen to one side of the story? Miss Lane giving President Usher a piece of her mind must have its reasons. She stepped forward, placing the fruit platter heavily on the coffee table, having no choice but to greet her, "Hello, President Usher." Monica Usher didn’t even have the time to pay her any attention, not even glancing once. She gripped Kristina Kingston’s arm, "Auntie, can’t we move up the wedding? We’re going to get married anyway, I don’t want to endure these endless night dreams any longer, Mia Lane is too terrifying!" "Okay." Kristina Kingston didn’t want to endure endless night dreams either, and she disliked Mia Lane even more, "I’ll find someone to pick a new date." Mary was taken aback. "The wedding will be held a week from now," Kristina Kingston said, "If you’re married, and Mia Lane still acts , she’ll be the disgraceful third person in the eyes of the world." Mama agreed, Monica Usher breathed a sigh of relief, her emotions stabilizing considerably. Mary glanced at Monica Usher, murmuring inside—who knows who the third person really is. The fresh sea breeze blew through the window, brushing past their ears, with the sunlit beach, green trees, and sailboats all in view. Inside the Lamborghini, Justin Kingston sat in the driver’s seat, Mia Lane in the passenger seat. His memory hadn’t returned, but after watching a segment of surveillance footage, his emotions underwent a drastic change. "I won’t marry her." Justin’s voice was hoarse, "Though I don’t remember our past, I always feel you’re special, making me want to get closer, to understand and know you again." Mia Lane found it hard to describe her feelings upon hearing this. She didn’t know how to respond, so she remained silent. She had promised Mrs. Kingston and also Anton Miller... "Will you give me this chance?" Justin asked her, "From now on, don’t return to him, stay with me, let’s start over." "How are you going to wrap things up?" She turned to him, asking, "Everyone knows you’re getting married, knows you’re marrying Monica Usher! It will be a wedding watched by millions!" "I don’t care about what the outside world thinks." He suppressed his heartache, gripping her hand tightly, "Why did you leave? Was it because my mom forced you?" "No." Mia Lane still had a shred of rationality, withdrawing her fingers from his palm, "I don’t love anymore, I’m tired, I don’t want to continue." She didn’t want to make things worse, for they were already bad enough.