"Okay, okay, okay." Ms. Tancred quickly set down the bowl of chicken soup and took the cup with both hands.
She soon poured her some warm water, "Is there anything else you need?"
"Thank you, there’s nothing else I need," she said, "You go ahead and keep busy, don’t worry about me."
Ms. Tancred glanced at the chicken soup again as Mia Lane said, "Take it away, I don’t want to drink it."
"Alright." Ms. Tancred turned and took the chicken soup, "I’ll come and check on you later. I’ll bring it when you’re ready to drink."
After she left, Mia Lane held the thermos cup, her eyes were dry, but a bitterness churned in her heart. It turns out that when someone is extremely sad, they can’t cry anymore.
Because the tears have already run dry.
After nightfall, Anton Miller returned, and he had bought a phone for Mia Lane.
His complexion still pale, it frightened Ms. Tancred. Why was his face so bloodless?
"How is Miss Lane?" Anton Miller asked as soon as he entered, "Did she eat anything?"
"I brought Miss Lane chicken soup three times, but she wouldn’t drink a drop. She just held her cup and sipped warm water, sitting alone at the bedside in a daze, neither crying nor fussing." Ms. Tancred felt very distressed, "She looks really haggard."
"Give me the chicken soup," he said.
Shortly after, Ms. Tancred came out of the kitchen and handed him the bowl of chicken soup.
Anton Miller took it and went upstairs.
He opened the slightly ajar master bedroom door and immediately saw the woman sitting at the bedside. He brought the chicken soup to the bed, "The body is your own. This villa is newly bought. If you starve to death here, wouldn’t it be unlucky? I wouldn’t even be able to sell it for a good price."
Mia Lane snapped out of her reverie and realized he was standing at her bedside.
"Here." He handed over the bowl of soup, "I’m sure you’d prefer drinking it yourself to me feeding you."
It had been a long time since she had eaten anything, and she knew her body was her own. Even without Justin Kingston, she still had Gigi and Dolly. She couldn’t collapse.
So, Mia Lane reached out and took the bowl he offered, and under his supervision, quietly finished the chicken soup.
After taking the empty bowl from her, Anton Miller placed the medication prescribed by the doctor on the bedside table, and poured a glass of warm water, "Take three pills of each, and get your health back. You still have to bear children for me."
Mia Lane, who had been expressionless, looked up at him with indifference turning to anger! New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel⁂fire.net
"So you do have emotions." Anton Miller stared at her, a slight smile on his lips, "I thought you were a puppet." He glanced at the medication and water on the bedside table, "Remember to take the medicine."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Mia Lane watched his retreating figure in a daze, so different from the Anton Miller in her memories.
He had changed, and it seemed a weight pressed on his chest too.
Just as Anton Miller went downstairs, his vision darkened, and he had to brace himself on the corner of a table.
"Young Master Miller!" Ms. Tancred was startled and hurriedly went over to support him, "What happened to you? You look so unwell! Should we see a doctor?"
"Help me sit for a while." Anton Miller didn’t faint, after all, he was a sturdy man, but at this moment, he felt utterly exhausted.
Under Ms. Tancred’s support, Anton Miller sat down on the sofa.
"Young Master Miller, let’s go to the hospital!"
He raised his hand and closed his eyes, "No need."
"I d 2000 milliliters of blood." Anton Miller’s breathing was a bit labored, "A little rest will do, it’s not an illness."
Ms. Tancred was shocked!
Was he risking his life?
Anton Miller lay back on the sofa, a frustration in his chest, he was angry with himself!
He desperately wanted to pull Justin Kingston’s oxygen mask off, to watch him die!
Yet disregarding the danger to his own life, he gave him a large amount of blood! Trying to exchange life for life!
Anton Miller’s feelings for Justin Kingston were truly contradictory to the extreme.
He always believed that the death of his parents had the most direct connection to Justin Kingston!