The Filipino helper kindly reminded, "Mr. Kingston said to return to Riventhal now and told you to get ready right away."
"Now?" She was wide awake and glanced at the time on her wrist. "It’s only five o’clock!"
The helper said, "He misses his wife. He didn’t sleep well last night and can’t wait another second. Please hurry."
Monica Usher was speechless, "I know." She closed the door and impatiently changed clothes before packing her luggage.
On the private jet from Aethelburg to Riventhal, Monica Usher faced the lavish breakfast on the table without any appetite, feeling frustrated inside!
The two kids, however, were eating with great relish.
Justin Kingston was sitting opposite Monica Usher, turning his gaze towards the scenery outside the window, with a slight smile on his handsome face.
The morning glow coming through the window enveloped him, making his aura gentle, unlike a big CEO at all.
In fact, ever since the children appeared, Justin Kingston’s entire aura had softened.
After breakfast, the children played with their tablets.
"Daddy, something’s wrong!" Suddenly, Gigi handed the tablet to him, "Look what the news is saying!"
Monica Usher also snapped out of her thoughts and quickly took out her phone.
The photos of the "family of four" were getting clearer with each one, captured perfectly, and each one warm and loving.
Foreign media’s captions and headlines completely distorted the facts, using whatever means necessary for traffic.
Whether intentional or not, they directly wrote Monica Usher as the children’s biological mother, referring to her in the article as Mrs. Kingston.
Justin Kingston didn’t look at it in detail. He frowned slightly and took out his phone, quickly dialing Finn Morgan.
Monica Usher also saw the news and felt inexplicably guilty, even though she hadn’t done anything.
Raising her eyes to the man sitting across from her, she found him exuding a terrifying aura, holding the phone and ordering in a deep voice, "Get rid of all those nonsense news online, right away." After speaking, he hung up.
The aura around him was so cold that Monica Usher didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.
Justin Kingston wished he could immediately fly to his wife’s side to give her a sincere explanation.
How heartbroken would she be if she saw such news?
Riventhal, Clearwater Bay.
Mary went upstairs to find Mia Lane, "Madam." She conveyed, "The lady is waiting for you in the bedroom, she has something to say."
Mia Lane looked at Mary, their eyes briefly meeting, and then Mary turned and left.
Guessing what Kristina Kingston might want to say because Justin is coming back.
She stopped what she was doing and went to Kristina Kingston’s bedroom door. Mary opened the door for her, and Mia Lane saw the person she was looking for sitting at the dressing table. She stepped inside as Mary did not follow.
Kristina Kingston, wearing half a mask, turned her gaze only when she heard footsteps, her cold eyes landing on Mia Lane. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net
"Please don’t hit me again." Mia Lane stood about a meter away, saying calmly, "It’s not because Justin is back that I have support, but because things shouldn’t be done a third time."
Kristina Kingston slightly frowned, did this girl speak first?
"If there’s anything, let’s discuss it properly. We are all humans and language can communicate." Mia Lane looked into her eyes, neither overbearing nor servile, "I know you don’t like me, but I’m not a hundred-dollar bill. I can’t make everyone like me."
"Are you done talking?" Kristina Kingston’s gaze quickly became sullen, her eyes warning.
"Not yet." She continued, "If you deliberately make things difficult for me in front of the children, I won’t swallow my anger. I’m telling you clearly, I practiced Taekwondo, I’m a black belt nine dan."
Kristina Kingston’s expression was already very cold.
"What I’m saying today is not to provoke you, just a kind reminder." Her tone was calm, her attitude humble, "I respect you from the bottom of my heart and genuinely want to heal your heart. I’ve finished speaking, now please, go ahead, I’m all ears."