"Anton." Ms. Tancred came up and gently reminded, "The floor is cold; you should drink less." "You can leave." He spoke lightly, "Let me be by myself." Only the sound of rain could let his heart find a moment of peace. "..." Ms. Tancred had no choice but to go downstairs, worried about Justin Kingston and also about Anton Ford. Ms. Tancred was sent by Mr. Kingston to take care of Anton Miller, and it’s been over ten years now. Yet Anton Miller still didn’t know about this. If he knew, given his character, he would definitely resist. Mr. Kingston cared a lot about this brother; perhaps others were unaware, but Ms. Tancred knew. In the early days of taking care of him, Mr. Kingston would call every night at a fixed time to ask about Anton Miller’s condition, mainly his mood and state. Thus, Justin knows this brother inside out, fully understanding his personality. Justin was inherently family-oriented, and there weren’t many people in the world who shared his blood. Outside, the heavy rain poured down, winds roared, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled, as if the heavens mourned. No one knows how much time had passed. Footsteps could be heard from behind; Anton Miller glanced back, bottle in hand, and saw Justin Kingston, still with those handsome features. There wasn’t a trace of sickness, his presence was striking, commanding respect without anger. He retracted his gaze and tilted his head back to take another drink. Justin walked down, sat beside him, "..." He sat on the cold steps too, an action quite mismatched with his identity. Even Anton found it unbelievable. Silence... The sound of the rain splattering against the window was so indescribably clear. Anton tilted his head back and poured a mouthful of alcohol down his throat, "Actually, there’s nothing between her and me, clear as day." He laughed at himself, "Look, we live in separate rooms." Inside, Justin was also a bit shocked. Earlier in the room, he had deliberately taken a good look around. It was a room belonging solely to a woman, with not a hint of a man’s scent. He trusted his own insight. "If you still love her." Anton turned his gaze, suppressing the hidden ache in his heart, and told him, "Then please cut ties with Monica Usher, don’t string along two women at once. It’s hurtful to everyone, including you." "I’m not with Monica Usher." Justin said, "I’ve never boarded her ship." "But now the whole world knows you intend to marry her." Anton reminded in a deep voice, then tilted his head back to take another drink, "There are some things you might not remember, but I want to tell you, Mia Lane is a girl worthy of being loved." Justin remained silent, his expression deep and somber. "Do you know what she took with her before your car accident?" Anton wanted to tell him. Justin had no recollection, turning his gaze to focus on him, listening intently—— "A cup, one you once used." "A keychain with a figure, emblematic of you, which you gifted her. It might not be worth more than a hundred bucks, yet she treasured it dearly." "A Jade Pendant possibly unrelated to you, and a photo album filled with pictures you both took in Aethelburg, which she frequently took out to look at." Photographs? Fresh chapters posted on novęlfire.net Anton’s words dropped into his heart, making him dazed and increasingly sorrowful. "These four items were always kept in a bag, and they were almost stolen by a thief that day." Anton recalled the scene of that day, still terrified, "To chase after that bag, she ran for a long time and ended up losing her unborn child with you." Justin’s heart was tightly bound by blood vessels, growing tighter and tighter, as if strangling him to suffocation. Even with his composure, he felt an icy chill to the core, his heart shattered as if stirred by knives. She left while pregnant... The surveillance mentioned the child; little did he know that this was the real cause of the miscarriage.