Gigi glanced at her little sister sleeping soundly beside her, "Her? She got up long ago! Probably went to the farm with Aunt Marilyn." "You should learn from your sister." "I know, I know." Gigi asked, "By the way, how are things with you and Dad? Busy with anything lately?" "Not particularly busy, in a little while, Dad and Mom will personally come to pick you up and take you home. You know how things are with Grandma, we still need to smooth things over a bit." "Cheer up, Mia Lane!" Gigi encouraged her, "You could easily take down the CEO of the Kingston Group, surely an old lady is no match for you? You’ve got this!" Mia Lane was amused by him, "Alright, I won’t let everyone down." "Bye." Gigi worried that the more they talked, the more he might slip up, so he quickly hung up the phone. Holding the phone, the smile on Mia Lane’s lips gradually faded, her mood still heavy, as quite a few things had happened recently. When she walked into the room, Justin Kingston had already finished his call. He was holding a book, though who knew if he was actually reading it. "Today is my mom’s birthday too." Anton Miller’s voice caught their attention, and they turned to look at him, noticing the somber curve on his lips. With a bitter smile, Anton Miller said, "I wish I could say a happy birthday to her." Then he turned his gaze toward the bright moon outside the window. The room was unusually quiet. Until he asked Ian Shelby nearby, "Dr. Shelby, do you have any wine here?" Ian Shelby didn’t reply, what would an injured person need with alcohol? Raising his eyes to the moon, Anton Miller’s eyes reddened slightly, his face resolute, with a lingering resentment toward Justin Kingston. "Do you believe me when I say your mother’s death had nothing to do with me?" Justin Kingston originally had no interest in explaining, having maintained his silence all these years. Yet, at this moment, his feelings were an enigma. Upon hearing this, Anton Miller sneered coldly; whether he believed it or not, what difference would it make? Silence... an oppressive silence. Ian Shelby walked out of the room with the medical kit, Mia Lane also turned to leave, hoping the brothers would use this opportunity to clear the air. However, Anton Miller remained silent, and the proud Justin Kingston didn’t speak again either. Justin Kingston sat in the chair, eyes downcast, reading. Anton Miller sat by the window, looking up at the moon. His mother’s image blurred in his memory; after all, he was only five when the incident happened. The whole news was reporting back then, saying Justin Kingston orchestrated this tragic car accident for revenge. To kill his mother, he didn’t hesitate to send his biological father away too. When all the media pointed to Justin Kingston, he never defended himself. Anton Miller always hated him, trying in various ways to cause him trouble, so even though Justin Kingston had secretly looked after him over the years, he always ignored it. Same night, Clearwater Bay. Jerry Garcia’s car was parked in the yard; rushing over at night, he surely had something important to report. After getting the call, Kristina Kingston came downstairs and sat in the living room waiting for him. The butler brewed tea and prepared snacks. "Ma’am." Jerry Garcia sat on the sofa and handed her Elias Colton’s criminal record, along with a report— "This man carries five lives on his back, obviously intentional homicide, but it was later turned into self-defense." Kristina Kingston’s heart trembled slightly, and she furrowed her brows. "Even when he’s jailed, his sentences are always reduced, and he’s released in a few months." In Riventhal, could there really be such a protective umbrella for black forces? Kristina Kingston found it unbelievable. "Ma’am, this man has a powerful background, always having someone secretly backing him," Jerry Garcia said. "According to the records, his mother’s later husband holds a significant office, so no matter what he does, Elias Colton could always get off the hook quickly, likely thanks to this connection." "Let’s go to the police station." Kristina Kingston stood up, speaking firmly, "Submit the materials and release them to the media. Such a person must receive the death penalty, he’s too dangerous to be left alone!"