Anton Miller snapped back to reality and raised his eyes, "You go ahead." Things that shouldn’t be said are usually of great interest to most people.
Ms. Tancred was still filled with emotion, "Actually, over the years, Mr. Kingston has always been very concerned about you." It’s just that this time it’s so obvious.
Anton Miller didn’t speak; he could feel it.
But he had never taken the time to truly experience it, because he always felt like Justin Kingston was meddling unnecessarily.
Anton Miller was always unhappy with him; why did they share the same father, but he was born into privilege?
"Young Master Zhang, actually I was specifically appointed by Mr. Kingston to take care of you," Ms. Tancred quietly began, revealing this to him for the first time.
Anton Miller was slightly startled, and when he turned his gaze to her, his eyes were filled with shock.
"So how much he truly cares about you, others may not know, but I know very well," Ms. Tancred told him, "I’ve been stuck between you two brothers over the years, watching you interact awkwardly; honestly, I was quite anxious."
"..." Anton Miller was processing this fact, suddenly unsure of what to say.
Was Ms. Tancred sent by Justin Kingston?
"Mr. Kingston makes sure to call me twice every week; he takes time during his breaks to ask about you," Ms. Tancred hurried to explain, fearing he’d misunderstand, "Of course, this is not surveillance; he simply wants to know you better, to care for you, just to ask about your recent situation and your mood."
Anton Miller struggled to calm himself, as if a large stone had been thrown into his emotions, causing ripples to spread out.
Ms. Tancred also told him that whenever he faced a difficult problem, it was soon resolved, and it was actually Mr. Kingston secretly helping.
All the past flashed before his eyes; it was the first time Anton Miller realized how deeply Justin Kingston cared for him.
"This awkward status, it really puts him in a tough spot," Anton Miller smiled, his heart feeling warm.
Ms. Tancred said, "Mr. Kingston seems aloof, like an ice house, but he’s actually a very good person."
Clearwater Bay, in the spacious living room.
Jerry Garcia returned, delivering Justin Kingston’s words verbatim.
Listening made Kristina Kingston’s face turn cold, her blood seemed frozen.
A mix of shock and sadness filled her heart.
She wasn’t angry; she seemed devoid of emotional waves, as if her entire being fell into a pool of dead water, ceasing to struggle.
"Is there really such a coincidence in the world?" she murmured to herself, truly surprised that Justin Kingston would go over at this moment.
Having finished reporting, Jerry Garcia stood respectfully aside, lowering his eyes and awaiting further instructions.
After a while, she finally came back to her senses and sighed, "You can go now; there’s nothing here for you."
Jerry Garcia knew that sending Anton Miller abroad had come to an end.
After Jerry Garcia left, Kristina Kingston sat down slightly slumped on the sofa.
She felt like a complete failure.
Her son would risk his life for a woman and wanted to sever ties over a half-brother who shouldn’t exist!
What’s wrong with this world?!
Just as she felt an overwhelming blockage in her heart, a car stopped in the yard.
She didn’t even lift her gaze to look, despite hearing the engine sound.
"Ma’am, Gigi and Dolly have arrived," the butler reported softly, aware of her foul mood.
Kristina Kingston tried hard to collect herself, looking up towards the living room door, only to see the two little ones walking in hand in hand, followed by a driver carrying a suitcase for them.
Dolly’s voice was sweet as she walked directly to the sofa, "What are you doing?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel•fire.net
"Grandma, have you been missing us?" Gigi asked directly, coming to sit beside her, "Look, we brought clothes to stay here for a while starting today!"
"Grandma, do you welcome us?"
"Grandma, I want to sleep with you tonight!"
The children kept calling her "grandma," their voices tender and sticky, which temporarily eased Kristina Kingston’s gloomy mood.