She... had already checked out and planned to leave Aethelburg, but her stomach indeed felt unwell.
Anton Miller didn’t wait for her response, seeing a white Maserati pull up, "Come with me." He held her arm and guided her to walk, opening the car door with the other hand, "Get in the car, let’s go back to the hotel first."
Just like that, Mia Lane got into the car with him because her stomach really hurt.
"Boss, isn’t this Mrs. Kingston?" Henric, the driver, turned his head, smiling and waving in greeting, "Hello, Mrs. Kingston!"
"Hehe, hello." Mia Lane smiled awkwardly.
"Back to the hotel, get another room." Anton Miller instructed Henric, then turned his gaze to her, "You really don’t need to go to the hospital?"
"Really don’t need it." Mia Lane leaned back against the seat, placing the recovered bag on her lap. She changed the topic, "Why are you in Aethelburg? Did you just arrive?"
"Hmm, just got off the plane." He replied, "The brothers are participating in a network security competition, so I came to give some guidance."
"Is your drama finished shooting?"
"Not yet, taking a two-day break won’t hurt." He curved his lips slightly, still keeping that carefree demeanor.
The car arrived at the hotel.
Anton Miller led her in, got her a room, and thoughtfully escorted her upstairs.
After entering the room, he asked, "But you, why are you alone? Where is he?"
Mia Lane met his gaze and didn’t know how to answer, "..." Her pink lips pursed.
"You guys split up?" He observed her expression, "Just a guess."
"Not exactly split up." She sighed lightly and turned to walk towards the floor-to-ceiling window, "Are you all staying at this hotel?"
"Thank you for today." She paused and turned her eyes sincerely.
"You’re welcome, it was just a small thing." Anton Miller smiled and reminded, "The Aethelburg criminals are very tough, usually desperate types. Don’t chase after them alone; if caught, you might lose more than just money. I had a buddy who ended up that way."
"..." His words scared her significantly.
"Really, I’m not lying." Anton Miller took on an elder’s tone and asked, "Do you remember? Don’t chase after them next time!"
She was intimidated by his presence and quickly nodded, "Got it." But these things can’t be bought with money. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noveⅼfire.net
He put his hands in his pockets, "I’ll go check on them first; the match is the day after tomorrow. Call me if you need anything. Get some rest for now!"
Watching Anton Miller leave the room, Mia Lane put away her smile.
She sighed wearily, placed her bag aside, and her stomach pain grew more intense.
She poured a cup of warm water and drank it, then took off her shoes and lay on the bed for a while.
On the helicopter flying towards Aethelburg.
Kristina Kingston had cried to the point of exhaustion. If possible, she was willing to trade her life for life.
Her intestines were twisted with regret; she was deeply remorseful, perhaps her insistence harmed her son?
If she hadn’t involved herself in his marriage or interfered with his choices, perhaps he wouldn’t have gotten into the accident...
Or maybe, if Mia Lane hadn’t entered his world, he wouldn’t be lying in the emergency room.
That’s human nature, never wanting to admit their own mistakes.
Monica Usher was already numb from the pain; the bodily pain compounded with the pain in her heart. She had only one thought: if Justin Kingston died, she wouldn’t want to live.
Since childhood, Justin Kingston was her oxygen, her sole motivation to keep living.
In a hotel in Aethelburg.
Mia Lane lay flat on the bed, covered by a thin air-conditioned blanket. Her stomach ache grew even more pronounced, causing her to frown slightly.
As a doctor, she couldn’t analyze what was going on.
She hadn’t eaten anything spoiled, and even if she had, it wouldn’t cause this kind of pain!
It wasn’t menstrual cramps either, because the timing was off.
She lay there, pondering... thinking that sleep might make it better.
"Are you asleep?" Suddenly the door was swiped open, and Anton Miller came in directly.