"Hmm." Kristina Kingston was in an indifferent mood, just glanced at her lightly, and then passed by her. Mary was about to go downstairs when she saw Mia Lane coming up. She was slightly stunned, and when she turned her eyes, she saw the lady enter the study. Was the lady going to have a talk with Mia? Mia and Mary’s gaze met briefly. Mary was worried, but Mia seemed quite composed. As Mia passed by Mary, Mary had a bad premonition. She hurried downstairs and lowered her voice to ask the man in front of her, "Mr. Kingston, did the lady take Mia upstairs?" Justin Kingston knew. Because there were some things better left for Mia to resolve on her own. As a son, it’s harder for him to speak up. He also knew Mia wouldn’t always compromise; she had her edges. The study in Clearwater Bay was always empty. Kristina Kingston was rather restless internally, with unstable emotions, so she didn’t like reading very much. She never was a wise and elegant woman. But there were servants cleaning every day, and many of the books had been bought by Justin before; every corner was spotless. Mia entered the study, and the door wasn’t closed. The middle-aged woman standing by the window turned around and asked with an icy tone, "Do you think you’re worth a billion?" The question was sharp. "That depends on whose heart you’re asking," Mia answered, facing her gaze, neither humble nor arrogant. "Some people think I’m worthless, while some would give their lives for me." Thinking of Anton Miller, Mia’s heart would still ache faintly. He had gone upstairs on his knees, that proud man. If Anton died today, there would never be redemption for Mia’s heart. This answer, however, was a slap to Kristina Kingston’s face. The biggest difference between her and Mia was that Mia had someone who loved her, while Kristina was lacking in love. "Risking my son’s life, you feel proud, don’t you?" Kristina accused her, "Do you think this is your bragging right?" "Aunt Kingston, this isn’t bragging, it’s the truth," Mia said calmly. "I think people need to learn to be tolerant, to accept, to love everything connected to the one they love, to cherish, for only then can there be happiness." Having survived this life-and-death experience, Mia had a new insight into life. She used to think Kristina Kingston was unreasonable, but now she felt pity for her. Because she would never escape the fortress she built herself. Hearing this, Kristina Kingston was even more displeased, "Are you saying I don’t know how to be tolerant? I don’t know how to accept? Can’t love everything related? Don’t know how to cherish? Can’t be happy?" "Are you happy?" Mia dared to ask, "What do you think?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs Nove1Fire.net This retort made the other person’s chest tighten! Like a knife stabbing Kristina Kingston’s chest! A subtle expression changed on her face. "Justin came back safe, do you know how dangerous it was at the time?" Mia tried hard to suppress sadness, narrating as calmly as possible, "The entire second floor was full of gasoline, dozens of large barrels, the kind that three people could barely embrace, and Anton Miller was forced to kneel his way up floor by floor." She said, "These are all details not covered in the news. Elias Colton had a dagger against my neck, my hands were bound behind me, and he was prepared for a death wish." Kristina Kingston noticed the long band-aid on her neck. "Aunt Kingston," Mia didn’t want to say too much, she slightly lifted the corners of her lips, sincerity shining in her clear eyes, "If we had all died, what kind of mood would you be in now? Would you really be happy?"