It had been so long since she last saw him; she really, really missed him... So every second now, Monica Usher cherished dearly. Just staring at him, she was falling once again. Justin Kingston, however, lost his patience. His dark, enchanting eyes narrowed slightly, his cold gaze making Monica shiver involuntarily. She snapped back to reality and rushed out of the room. "What kind of wife are you?!" Monica Usher burst in front of Mia Lane, lashing out, "You’re a jinx!" Mia froze for a moment, meeting her tearful gaze. "Mia!" Monica angrily accused, "Ever since Justin got together with you, he’s faced one trouble after another! Do you want to bring him ruin?!" The two women turned their heads at the sound, only to see Justin Kingston standing at the doorway, his eyes storming with fury as he glared at Monica Usher. Looking at him, Monica’s face, previously filled with anger, instantly paled. "No one wants to see you." Justin spoke calmly, violence lurking in his gaze, "Disappear immediately!" Monica also had her pride. She calmed down in an instant, slowly retracting her concern for him. She glanced at Mia Lane with dissatisfaction, her eyes filled with intense resentment. Mia felt it, "..." yet didn’t know what to say. Watching Monica leave the living room, Mia saw Justin turn and enter the room, realizing something, she followed him in. Inside, the atmosphere was a bit cold. "She really loves you..." Mia expressed with a sigh, her hair still wet, uncombed from running over, "Maybe you should be a little nicer to her." Justin sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her with displeasure. Mia stopped before the bed, lowering her gaze to meet his, that look was so cold. She pressed her lips together, realizing why he was unhappy. So, she explained, "I didn’t mean to, on the way back to Emerald Cove, I called Butler Shelby to save time and asked him to help pack, not expecting your mother to be there too..." Justin remained silent, his gaze icy as he studied her words, searching for truth. That stare made Mia’s heart tremble, for he had never looked at her this way before. Anton Miller turned his gaze towards them, silent, a slight furrow between his brows, no one knew what he was thinking. "Alright." Mia relented, apologizing to him, "It’s my fault, I wasn’t careful. Can you stop being angry? What’s done is done, I’ll be careful next time." She apologized because she didn’t want to see him unhappy, worried it might affect his wound’s recovery. Justin took a deep breath, letting go of every second that just happened. Fresh chapters posted on novel_fіre.net Taking her hand and rubbing it in his palm, his expression softened considerably, "I’m sorry... I wasn’t angry at you, I was angry at myself." Anton really wanted to punch him! Then why the dour face? As if Mia owed him millions! She explained, yet he still hesitated to forgive, took this long! Gently pulling her close, Justin embraced her waist, holding her in front of Anton, his cheek pressed against her abdomen, suddenly like a child afraid of losing her. Such an expert at public displays of affection! Stabbed right at Anton’s vulnerable heart! Outside the French window, Monica Usher was a mess physically and emotionally as she watched this scene; her heart ached as if being torn apart... Complicated emotions flickered through her eyes, her fingers suddenly clenched tight, silently shedding tears. Once again, she felt like an outsider... Accompanying for one or two decades, yet not worth more than a stranger. What a failure... truly a failure. Monica slowly turned around, tears streaming down her cheeks, heading towards the red Bentley.