"You have no right to decide his fate," Mia Lane reminded her. "I do!" Kristina Kingston was domineering, forceful, wishing she could control everything. Mia Lane didn’t want to argue with her at this moment, so she gently said, "Auntie, don’t worry, although Justin Kingston got stabbed in the back, he’s not in any life-threatening danger." Kristina Kingston’s cold eyes swept over her again, like a sharp knife. She asked angrily, "Don’t worry? How can I not worry? Isn’t it flesh that’s been stabbed? Isn’t it flesh that’s been sewn up? Isn’t that blood that’s flowing? Don’t you feel sorry for him? What do you love about him exactly?! At a time , you don’t even care for him!" "I care, but I won’t blame others. Anton Ford is hurt too. This situation isn’t what anyone wanted, it’s an accident, an accident!" "What right do you have to yell at me?!" Kristina Kingston’s expression changed instantly, "What do you even count as?!" "It’s not yelling, it’s explaining," Mia Lane lowered her voice, "I might have been a bit overexcited." Kristina Kingston shot her a glare, "I don’t want to hear explanations!" Mia Lane was speechless. Kristina Kingston wouldn’t stay here for long because her son didn’t welcome her. Newest update provided by NoveI[F]ire.net Nor did she want to have a falling out with her son in front of Anton Miller, which would be disgraceful. As an elder of the Kingston family, authority must be maintained! Her son protected that kid so much that he got himself hurt, he might not stand by his mother. So, Kristina Kingston coldly stared at Mia Lane for a few seconds again, "Hmph!" then turned and left. Mia Lane watched her leave, hardly daring to breathe, afraid of accidentally offending her. Kristina Kingston did not drive here; she walked out of the courtyard. It wasn’t until the figure disappeared... Mia Lane exhaled deeply, at least the battle could pause for a bit, not continuing to argue here. As for sending Anton Ford away, that would be a matter for later, let it be. Just as Mia Lane was about to go inside to check on the two brothers, a red Bentley sped in, coming to a sudden halt in the yard. Mia Lane’s steps halted, seeing Monica Usher rush out from the driver’s seat, wearing slippers, hurrying toward the living room in a panic. Mia Lane noticed her hair was still wet and uncombed, somewhat messy. "Justin! Justin..." Bursting into the living room, Monica Usher directly ignored Mia Lane, stumbling into the room! She immediately saw Justin Kingston standing in the room and Anton Miller sitting nearby. Anton Miller’s right hand was in a plaster cast, slung in bandages around his neck, clearly injured. Justin Kingston’s injury, however, was not visible. Monica Usher’s panic-stricken eyes locked onto Justin Kingston, cautiously asking, "Where are you hurt? Is it serious?" "What are you doing here?" Justin Kingston’s eyes were cold, clearly not wanting to see her. In fact, after Kristina Kingston’s outburst, there was still a lingering tension in the air, but Monica Usher didn’t notice it, coming at a very bad time. "I saw the news, was very worried about you, so I rushed over..." Monica Usher scrutinized him with concern, "Where are you hurt?" "Get out." Justin Kingston didn’t want to see her, nor did he want her involved. Monica Usher’s eyes welled with tears; she’d run red lights on her way here, genuinely too worried. She noticed his complexion wasn’t good, had he lost too much blood? Anton Miller sat in the chair nearby, watching Monica Usher coolly. Wasn’t she a bit too concerned about Justin Kingston? From the moment she came in, every word was about him. There wasn’t just one injured person here. Seeing her still standing there, Justin Kingston’s eyes were like an eagle’s, "Don’t you understand? I’m telling you to leave!" Monica Usher looked at him tearfully and sadly shook her head, "..." Justin Kingston’s facial features were still resolute, despite his dislike for her, yet in her eyes, he remained breathtakingly beautiful.