Kristina Kingston composed herself and instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner. Because she told Justin Kingston to come back for dinner. The rightful source is NovєlFіre.net Although he hadn’t agreed on the spot, he would definitely come. When it comes to such matters, her son would never take her words lightly; he couldn’t fulfill her wishes in big matters, but he would in small ones. Before Justin Kingston and Mia Lane came to Clearwater Bay, they made a detour to Emerald Cove and brought Mary along. The purpose was to make the atmosphere less awkward, as Mary was Kristina Kingston’s confidante. In the normally driving Lamborghini, Mary sat beside them, her heart suspended with concern. Unable to hold back, she turned her eyes and asked, "Is what they said in the news true? You two narrowly escaped from the fire?" Looking at their calm demeanor and their silent response, Mary felt a chill down her spine, almost too afraid to continue thinking about it. "It’s all right now," Mia Lane grasped her hand, equally reluctant to recall everything that happened during those two hours; it was a painful memory for her too. After all, someone had sacrificed their life. Mary knew her mind hadn’t completely calmed, even though she was worried, she didn’t ask further. After all, everyone was safe and sound now. Justin Kingston sat by the window, his fingers gently intertwined with Mia Lane’s. At any moment, he always gave off an impression of being breathtakingly extraordinary. Justin turned his gaze to the outside; his deep eyes resembled an ancient galaxy, profound and unreadable. As the Lamborghini drove into Clearwater Bay. Kristina Kingston saw the car slowing down to a stop through the window. She was very concerned about her son’s injuries. Forcing him to come back for dinner wasn’t her intention; she just wanted his attention. After getting out of the car, the three of them walked into the living room. "Good evening, Madam," Mary greeted respectfully, with a smile on her face. "Good evening, Mr. Kingston, Mrs. Kingston," the servants of Clearwater Bay also greeted them. "Mom," Justin acknowledged her. "Hello, Auntie," Mia Lane softly spoke. Kristina Kingston’s cool gaze swept over Mia Lane and then affectionately returned to her son, "How are your injuries? Let me see." As a mother, she was constantly worried. Justin met his mother’s gaze, calmly unbuttoned his shirt, and then turned around to take off his top in front of her. Mary lowered her eyes, not daring to look. Kristina Kingston approached him step by step, seeing the bandages wrapped around the wound, roughly the size of a palm. The newly replaced bandages were stained with blood, making her heart ache. "It doesn’t hurt," he said, "I’ve applied painkillers, and Ian Shelby used the best medications on me." With that, he put his clothes back on and buttoned up. Kristina Kingston could only accept this fact; she sighed softly, comforting herself with the thought that at least his life was spared. "It’s Elias Colton..." "I know," Kristina Kingston softly cut in, looking at her son who had turned around, "I saw it on the news." She didn’t want to recall those scenes. She was relieved they had escaped death. She was truly terrified of losing them... Though she didn’t like Mia Lane and especially disliked Anton Miller, she didn’t wish for them to die. At this moment, Mary had quietly gone upstairs. There was a room for her in Clearwater Bay, after all these years with the lady. She entered the room, gathered some personal items, and when she reached a certain balcony on the second floor, she unintentionally lifted her gaze and saw two pairs of children’s socks drying above. Two pink, two blue, adorably cute. Just watching them, Mary stood in a daze. After a while, she returned to the door that had been locked the last time she came, with an eerie silence all around. She grasped the doorknob, gently twisting it, only to find it still locked. Footsteps came from the stairs; she quickly withdrew her hand and turned to leave hastily. At the stairway, she ran into Kristina Kingston; Mary’s lips curled into a slight smile. "Madam." She masked her inner panic.