Mia Lane seated herself across from him, and Ms. Tancred quickly brought over another breakfast, "Miss Lane, do you prefer milk or soy milk?"
"Either is fine." She was as serene as the lilies blooming in the vase behind her, her gaze never meeting his.
Anton Miller didn’t look at her either, as he was focused on eating breakfast.
Ms. Tancred sensed an awkward tension in the air; these two were indeed handling things awkwardly.
But the fact that Miss Lane was willing to come downstairs was a big step forward, so why didn’t Mr. Miller greet her with a smile? What was he upset about?
Anton Miller’s phone rang, and he answered it in front of everyone, though it was unclear what the other party said.
He replied, "The nine o’clock scene can be arranged, I’ll be there right away." And with that, he rose to leave without planning to say goodbye to Mia Lane.
Only when passing by Ms. Tancred did he pause deliberately, putting down his phone, "I’m going to the film set today, might be finishing late."
"Okay, Mr. Miller, don’t worry," Ms. Tancred said considerately, "I’ll arrange Miss Lane’s dinner."
Anton Miller glanced at the woman eating breakfast with her back to him, as if it didn’t matter to her whether he stayed or left.
His eyes dimmed as he walked away, feeling a bit of disappointment.
The sound of his footsteps faded from her ears, and Mia Lane put down her milk cup, a touch of sadness crossing her eyes, increasingly worried about Justin Kingston.
Her heart solely concerned with Justin Kingston, she only wanted to know how he was.
She regretted compromising with Kristina Kingston back then; love should have been fearless.
If she had been braver, pulled him along to resist with his mother, maybe one day she could have changed her.
It wouldn’t have come to this.
After finishing breakfast, Mia Lane stood up and left.
In the warmly decorated living room, Ms. Tancred took out the phone Anton Miller had bought her half a month ago, "Miss Lane, please accept this phone."
She had refused three times already.
Mia Lane’s gaze fell on the exquisite phone box, and after a moment of thought, she finally extended her hand to take it, "Thank you."
Ms. Tancred was delighted, a smile on her face, "Mr. Miller will definitely be very pleased!"
There was no emotion on Mia Lane’s face as she turned to look outside the large windows. The weather was indeed good today, the sun shining brightly.
Warm sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, outside were brilliant lilies, in vast areas, pink, yellow, white—all particularly beautiful.
The rich scent of flowers wafted into the living room, elegant and fragrant, making everything feel less oppressive. Read complete version only at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"These flowers... were they just planted?" Mia Lane remembered there hadn’t been any a few days ago.
"Yes, workers were asked to transplant them overnight," Ms. Tancred happily reported, "Mr. Miller said the scent of lilies has a great healing effect on human emotions."
"..." Mia Lane was slightly dazed, the burden in her heart growing heavier.
As for Anton Miller’s feelings, regardless of what he truly thought, she couldn’t respond.
"Miss Lane, would you like to sit in the yard? I’ll prepare some tea for you," Ms. Tancred suggested, seeing her interest, "You’re home alone, don’t stay cooped up."
Mia Lane turned her gaze, quietly looking at her, "Alright."
She finally agreed to communicate!
Ms. Tancred happily turned to prepare the tea.
Mia Lane walked out of the living room to the yard, sat on the terrace sofa, basking in the warm sun and smelling the fragrance of flowers.
She took the phone out of the box, powered it on, only to discover it had been specially configured.
It only stored Anton Miller’s number and could only call this number.
"Childish." Mia Lane couldn’t be bothered to unlock it, nor did she have the inclination.
She used the phone to open a webpage, typed "Justin Kingston car accident" and found nothing...
There wasn’t a single piece of information about his accident online.
Thinking about it carefully, that’s to be expected, how could such news not be suppressed?
It could destabilize Riventhal, causing internal turmoil in the group; which calm sea doesn’t hide surging undercurrents?
Looking up at the sky, the blue heavens floated with white clouds.
This was Riventhal’s sky, and so was he, the Kingston Group held up half the sky.
Ms. Tancred brought over her beloved cup, filled with warm water.
"Thank you." Mia Lane was touched by this detail.