Butler Shelby was also very worried. Mary came in holding a bouquet of roses, and Butler Shelby and Aunt Zhou directed their puzzled looks at her, "What happened to Ma’am, Mary?" "She stepped on a small stone while coming down the steps and accidentally twisted her ankle," Mary informed them, "Just got back from Dr. Shelby’s, brought some medicine." "It shouldn’t be serious. Dr. Shelby said it’ll be fine in two or three days as long as the medicine is applied on time, but it definitely hurts now, she can’t put any weight on it." Aunt Zhou and Butler Shelby were worried sick, their hearts wrenching with concern. Upstairs in the bedroom. Justin Kingston carried her to the bed, removed her shoes, and covered her with a blanket, "Rest well." He then left a light kiss on her forehead. "I can’t sleep." Her delicate brow furrowed slightly. Justin adjusted her to sit propped up against the headboard, casually picked up a book and handed it to her, "Then read a book." He turned on the Bluetooth speakers and played some soft music. After settling her in, Justin returned to the study. As he walked out of the master bedroom, he withdrew the softness from his face, his gaze darkened, and the aura around him turned a bit cold. Sitting at the desk, he took out his phone and dialed Anton Miller’s number. Anton Miller was resting in between scenes. Hearing the ringtone, he glanced at the caller ID, swiped to answer, and placed the phone to his ear, "Hello?" His tone carried a hint of impatience. "Why would you go to the recording studio?" Justin’s cold voice came through, tinged with a warning, "Are you so idle that you need to hang around there?" Anton Miller was displeased, "Is that your territory?" He chuckled, "Is CEO Kingston lacking self-confidence?" Justin’s gaze grew slightly darker, "It’s not a lack of confidence; it’s a reminder to you." "So, even the grand CEO of the Kingston Group has moments of insecurity?" Anton Miller mocked him. "Listen to me," Justin said in a low voice, "It’s best to stay away from her, don’t let the media slander her, that’s the best protection if you truly love her." Find the newest release on NoveI[F]ire.net After saying this, Justin directly hung up the phone. Anton Miller felt a pang in his heart, as if it had been pierced deeply. It was a reminder that he actually had nothing... he loved her... what’s the use? Didn’t she marry someone else? In these days, Justin really didn’t go to the office. He stayed home to accompany Mia, patiently applying medication to her, giving her massages, not allowing her to leave the bed, and staying by her side. Finn Morgan’s calls came one after another, sometimes he answered, sometimes he hung up. Mia looked at his considerate behavior, deeply moved but also worried, "There must be a lot going on at the company, maybe you should go, Aunt Zhou and Mary are here, they can take care of me." "What if you need to go to the bathroom?" he emphasized, "You can’t put your foot down, otherwise it will swell." "Then I won’t put it down, I’m not a three-year-old child, they can support me there," Mia emphasized, "I can’t possibly ask you to carry me to the bathroom, can I?" "Why not? I’m just waiting to carry you!" He picked up a book and sat in the chair beside her bed, "I’m here to answer your call, ready to serve you at any time." "..." Mia was left speechless, "Then suit yourself." Soon after her words fell, the phone placed on the bedside table rang. "Help me pick it up." Justin stretched out his long arm, took the phone in his hand, and accidentally glanced at the caller ID. His hand, which was about to hand over the phone, retracted. The ringtone continued, and Mia asked in confusion, "Why aren’t you giving it to me?" He slid his long finger across the answer button and placed the phone to his ear. "Is your foot feeling any better?" Anton Miller’s concerned voice came through.