Mia Lane felt heartbroken, "..." but there was nothing she could do about it. Justin Kingston bit the towel, his forehead constantly sweating, "It’s okay, the pain isn’t too intense." He was still comforting her. For more chapters visit novelꞁire.net Mia stood in front of him, allowing Justin to reach out and hold her waist, his cheek pressed against her abdomen. Ian Shelby directly cut open the shirt on Justin’s back; the wound was shocking, a bloody mess. Seeing this, Mia closed her eyes, her heart in knots, daring not to look directly, cautiously hugging his neck. At the door, Anton Miller watched the scene with deep, tense brows, and at the moment Ian gripped the knife handle and forcefully pulled it out, blood splattered everywhere! "Hmm..." Justin moaned from the pain. Mia’s chest also tightened heavily, the two of them tightly embraced. Anton Miller felt his heart tighten as well. Ian Shelby put down the knife to stop Justin’s bleeding... calmly busy by himself. Mia knew that he wouldn’t be in life-threatening danger, but it would hurt very, very much... Anton Miller at the door clenched his fists, wishing he could tear Elias Colton into pieces! In a society ruled by law, they are so unafraid of death! And even use hidden weapons! When Ian finished stitching up Justin’s wound, ten minutes had already passed... Of course, he used anesthetics during the stitching. The wound was stitched, and the bleeding stopped. The maid Nanny brought a basin of warm water, Mia wrung a towel to wipe the blood off Justin’s body, and then helped him change into Ian’s shirt. Then she poured a cup of water and fed him some painkillers. "Stitched 13 times, it will take at least a week to recover," Ian said while packing the medical kit, "Mr. Kingston, I suggest you stay here this week." "Okay." Mia answered for him, "We’ll listen to you." Justin raised his eyes to look at her. Mia told him, "Nothing is more important than your body, do you know how deep the knife went in?" Justin knew she was concerned, Finn Morgan had also returned, so Finn would handle the company matters, and Justin felt at ease. Thus Justin said to her, "Shall we make a deal?" "Deal?" Mia doubted she heard wrong, "I ask you to prioritize your health and recuperate here, yet you want to make a deal with me?" "Will you or won’t you?" He seemed to have found the right timing. "Okay." Mia was truly resigned to him, compromising, "You tell me, what deal?" "After this show is finished, come help at my company," Justin sincerely invited her, "You wouldn’t refuse someone injured, would you?" Are these two things related? "If you agree, I’ll focus on recuperating here and won’t leave; you decide how long I stay." Justin said to her, "Or else I’ll go to the company right now." Mia had a headache and, hesitating, he then wanted to get out of bed. "Okay, okay, okay, I agree!" Frightened, she quickly stopped him. At the door, Anton Miller thought Justin was too childish! This thing he did doesn’t match his age, does it? Mia unintentionally glanced, saw his dismissive look, then remembered him, quickly saying to Ian, "Quickly help Anton Ford too, do a full body check." Anton Miller knew he was hurt, his right hand was already numb, he didn’t even know how he drove just now. Ian said to him, "Come over." He definitely recognized Anton Miller too, in the past whenever he had a problem, Monica Usher always brought him over, and he always seemed reluctant each time. In Ian’s view, he was a very individualistic young man. The air here made Anton Miller feel oppressive, "Isn’t there another examination room?" "No." Ian raised his eyes. Mia understood his implication, feeling awkward being with Justin Kingston, "Don’t procrastinate, health is important! If there is a problem, you have to recuperate here, you have to adapt." "..." Anton Miller reluctantly stepped inside, like a child, trying not to look at Justin Kingston. Justin Kingston’s cold gaze stayed on him, asking in an elder’s tone, "How did you and Elias Colton become enemies? After flaming each other online for so long, you even arranged a fight offline?" Anton Miller didn’t answer, as if he didn’t hear.