Attending the dinner party was something she hadn’t even considered, as it’s been many years since she made a public appearance. She’d lost the confidence to face the media. "Mom." Mia Lane looked at her, issuing a sincere invitation, "Come on, let’s go together." Kristina Kingston raised her eyes to meet her daughter-in-law’s gaze, belatedly remembering that she no longer wore a mask as her burns had healed. Mia Lane said, "Gigi and Dolly are going too, it’s a great chance for the whole family to show up. It’s our own party, just treat it as supporting the event. The media are looking forward to your appearance." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⚑fire.net The last public appearance was at the wedding, where she left angrily because it was too chaotic, and the media didn’t manage to catch her. Therefore, the outside world still associates Kristina Kingston with that big fire. "I..." she pondered, "Do you guys feel it’s necessary for me to go?" "Of course!" Mia Lane’s lips curved upwards, "With you, it feels complete." Kristina Kingston’s uncertain gaze turned to her son sitting opposite; Justin Kingston’s eyes were gentle, and he also nodded. "Then let’s go." Kristina Kingston replied quite readily. And just like that, it was decided. Tonight’s dinner was very pleasant; it consisted of simple home-cooked dishes, but was filled with happiness—the taste of home. Finn Morgan got off work, drove home, and his phone rang. With one hand on the steering wheel, he took out his phone with the other hand; the caller ID showed a stranger’s number, he answered, "Hello." "When do you finish work?" Hailey Hale’s voice came through. "On my way home," he replied, "How did you get my number?" "Asked Justin Kingston," she responded, then said to him, "I want some banana milk. Could you bring me some fruit too? I’ll transfer the money to you when you come back, thanks!" Before Finn Morgan could respond, she hung up quickly, afraid he might refuse. Finn Morgan put away his phone and drove seriously, his expression very calm. About ten minutes later. In a lightly luxury-styled apartment, the fingerprint lock verification succeeded, and the main entrance opened. In the living room, Hailey Hale saw Finn Morgan come in carrying two bags, "Thank you, thank you!" she hurried over to greet him. Happily taking the bags from him, she said, "How much did these cost?" "The receipt’s in the bag, check it yourself." Finn Morgan took off his waistcoat, hung it on a hanger, and went to wash his hands. When he returned, Hailey Hale handed him a bottle of banana milk, "This is on me, for you!" Finn Morgan reached out to take it. She took another bottle, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then approached with her phone, "Add me on WeChat? How come it’s not a phone number? I couldn’t find it." "Too many people search by phone number," Finn Morgan replied coolly, "WeChat is very personal, I don’t want too many disturbances." "Got it." She nodded, "Minimalism! I won’t bother, I’ll just transfer the payment, and settle the rent too, otherwise I won’t feel at ease staying here." She won’t feel at ease? Finn Morgan tapped on the QR code, and Hailey Hale scanned to add him on WeChat. She first transferred the money for the milk and fruit according to the receipt, then asked, "How much should I transfer for rent?" Finn Morgan looked at her earnestly, "What do you think?" Was she really going to transfer? "My parents are coming next month, I’ll probably stay for another thirty days or so, is ten thousand enough?" Does Finn Morgan look like he needs money? He didn’t answer, just stared at her steadily. "Not enough? Then how much do you want?" Hailey Hale blinked her bright eyes, smiling, "I won’t haggle!" Finn Morgan lowered his gaze, sweeping over the floor before his eyes settled on a spot, "What did I tell you this morning?" "What did you say?" She wondered. He was silent. Following his gaze, Hailey Hale spotted a hair strand, suddenly remembering his morning words, "I cleaned up properly!" She couldn’t believe it, quickly squatting down to pick it up. "I don’t want to see strands of hair all over my territory." Finn Morgan reiterated, "If you can’t manage that, no amount of rent will help."