It also reminded him of his own mother... If he had a mother, would his life experiences be different? He lost his mother at five and had little memory of her, but she was the most important person in his life. "Why don’t you sleep for a while?" Mia Lane fed Justin Kingston the porridge and gently reminded him, "Don’t worry about anything. Finn Morgan will take care of the company. Just lie on your side, I’ll help you prop up the pillow. You must take good care of your injury." "Alright." Justin Kingston nodded, feeling at ease with her by his side. Mia Lane put down the bowl of porridge and brought a basin of warm water, wringing out a towel to wipe his lips. After taking care of him as he lay down, Mia Lane brought a clean basin of warm water to Anton Miller, who had finished his nourishing porridge. Kneeling in front of him, Mia Lane wrung out a warm towel and handed it to his side. Anton Miller sat in the chair, lowered his eyes to meet her gaze, then reached for the towel a few seconds later. Seeing his bad mood, Mia Lane didn’t know how to comfort him. He took the towel and wiped his face. Mia Lane saw the red handprint on his face and also sensed his grievance. "Anton Ford." Mia Lane spoke quietly, "I apologize to you on her behalf." "Why?" Anton Miller scoffed, rolled his eyes, "I won’t forgive her." "I’m not asking you to forgive, but don’t let it get to you." Mia Lane had also suffered much injustice, but she always advised herself to stay open-minded, "Don’t punish yourself with others’ mistakes." Anton Miller said nothing, recalling Kristina Kingston, feeling a bellyful of anger! In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that Justin Kingston was defending Anton Miller today. Justin Kingston lay on his side, eyes closed, listening to their conversation, his thin lips pursed, saying nothing as if he was really asleep. "Don’t say anything." Anton Miller also felt sorry for her, being Kristina Kingston’s daughter-in-law must have been very trying. "I will try my best to ease everything; life is long, only by letting go can everyone be happy." Anton Miller wasn’t interested, "I don’t care, if she bothers me, I’ll bother her right back, makes us even." "..." Mia Lane knew he was discontent, "Why don’t you sleep for a while too?" Monica Usher drove slowly when she headed back... not knowing how many tears had been shed, but she didn’t cry out loud. While waiting for the traffic lights, she wiped her tears with a tissue. Her mood gradually calmed down... Finally, she parked her car under the apartment building. She came to her senses as she got out of the car, four men and two women in formal attire approached her, each smiling, and one was holding a file. Monica Usher stopped, looking at them calmly, though her mood was particularly bad. "President Usher, may we take five minutes of your time? Could we go to the coffee shop?" asked a middle-aged woman, pointing to the nearby shop. "What do you want to discuss?" Monica Usher asked directly. "President Usher, life’s always busy, but there’s always time for a cup of coffee, isn’t there?" Google seaʀᴄh ⓝovelFire.net "President Usher, we came today with sincerity; we’ve been waiting an hour for you. Please give us five minutes. Standing is tiring, and sitting, we can talk." Monica Usher saw their numbers and didn’t want to waste words; five minutes could easily pass with back and forth. "Alright." She locked her car door and stepped toward the coffee shop. The breeze on her face cleared her mind a lot. Everyone was thrilled, quickly following her inside. The coffee shop in the community had an elegant atmosphere, and on weekdays, it wasn’t crowded, effectively making it a private setting for discussions. They sat around a round table, and the waiter served several lattes. "This is the contract. Star Media Group sincerely invites you to be the vice president of our group, name your salary." Looking at the contract the man placed on the table, Monica Usher remained expressionless. "President Usher, if there are other conditions you have, you can propose them, and we can add some clauses." "I’m sorry," Monica Usher raised her eyes, "you don’t need to waste your words. If it’s about the job, I’m not going."