Monica Usher’s breathing became shallow, instinctively clinging to his wrist, but she was forced back repeatedly by his grip. Justin Kingston entered the room, gradually applying more pressure with his fingers, driving her to the wall.
The look in his eyes wished to kill her!
Monica Usher could feel the maddening emotion in his breath; she was being strangled so hard her eyes nearly popped out. Slowly, she let go of his wrist and stared at him with a sense of fatalism.
"What did you do to her?" Justin Kingston asked through clenched teeth, "Is Mia’s departure related to you? Do you know where she went?"
His rationality was slowly crumbling with each passing moment.
Monica Usher didn’t fight back. Even though she was about to suffocate, she simply closed her eyes as if accepting her fate.
"What she can give you, I... can also..." she managed to squeeze out a few words from her throat, "To die... in your hands is also a kind of luck..."
Justin Kingston’s eyes burned with rage, "No matter how noble you make it sound, I can still strangle you!" He intensified his grip. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
Monica Usher’s face was flushed and twisted, "Go ahead, strangle me... the last... 21 grams of soul... is my final way of loving you."
"Tell me, where is she?" Justin Kingston’s gaze was sharp as a knife, "This is your only chance!"
By this time, Monica Usher didn’t have the strength to speak. She shook her head, her expression extremely pained.
Justin Kingston judged that she probably didn’t know either, so he released his grip with the last of his reason.
Monica Usher bent over, clutching her throat, gasping heavily, unable to catch her breath for quite a while.
Ignoring her barely breathing form, Justin Kingston turned and left.
An inexplicable sense of shame spread through Monica Usher’s body. She used to be so proud, aloof, and elegant, never short of suitors.
Yet in front of Justin Kingston, she was so humble, even willing to give up her life.
Sitting down against the corner of the wall, she felt defeated, and all of this was thanks to Mia Lane.
Clearwater Bay, under the faint night light.
Kristina Kingston stood at the second-floor bedroom window, her mood incredibly heavy as she gazed at the moonlight outside.
Her son’s hand was injured... she felt pained and wanted to care for him.
But in the end, she dialed another number and said softly, "Finn, accompany Justin tonight."
"Madam, why did Miss Lane leave?" Finn Morgan asked bluntly, "Do you know anything about this?"
"..." Kristina Kingston’s eyes flickered, she didn’t answer, only hung up the phone.
She sighed, recalling the first time she saw Monica Usher.
At 11, she was skin and bones, filthy all over, but those eyes were particularly bright, seemingly holding a strong determination.
The daughter-in-law she took a liking to at first sight had never disappointed her in the years that followed.
Monica Usher’s efforts and dedication, Kristina Kingston saw it all; she grew from an outstanding student into a knowledgeable and decisive businesswoman.
Her talent was unparalleled, and perhaps so was her hard work.
So no matter what happened, Kristina Kingston’s heart still leaned towards Monica Usher, sponsoring her and raising her as a daughter.
The Lamborghini stopped at Emerald Cove, and Butler Shelby, who had been waiting anxiously at the door, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Justin return safely.
"Mr. Kingston," the butler greeted him.
Justin Kingston passed by without a glance, heading upstairs.
Butler Shelby, observant as always, noticed his injured right hand and hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit to follow, but the door was slammed shut and locked before he could approach.
"Mr. Kingston..." He didn’t dare knock and was very concerned.
The children’s voices came from behind, "Why did he close the door so hard? Is he angry?"
Then Dolly noticed the medicine box in the butler’s hand, "Uncle Butler, is Daddy hurt?"