CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: CONGRATULATIONS TO CEO KINGSTON FOR MARRYING A TREASURE

This scene was completely unexpected, something Ian Shelby never anticipated. He smiled and hugged the children, "Long time no see, Gigi, Dolly."

Justin Kingston was shocked and calmly asked, "You know each other?"

"So, you’re his personal doctor?" Mia Lane looked up and sneered at Ian Shelby, "Is this your grand ambition?"

"Mentor, you haven’t seen the news." Ian hurriedly waved his hands, explaining with grievance, "It’s not what you think."

"Mentor??" Justin was more shocked than ever, and it seemed Ian was quite afraid of her??

Mia, slurping noodles, casually asked, "Yes, I don’t watch the news. So, what’s the story? Tell me?"

"CEO Kingston provided me with funds and equipment, which has allowed me to better delve into medical research," Ian answered. "Thanks to his sponsorship over the years, I have developed over a hundred new medicines and performed surgeries on more than seventy critically ill patients. I’m not just his personal doctor but also serve the public."

Mia naturally believed him. She smiled lightly and glanced at the two men standing, "Eat the noodles. Why are you standing?" At that moment, she seemed to take control.

The children quickly pulled out chairs, "Let’s have noodles! It’s been a while since we’ve had breakfast with Uncle Shelby!"

Inside, Justin was utterly shocked!

How could Mia be Ian’s mentor? Yet reality was right in front of him.

Until he escorted Ian out of Emerald Cove, he couldn’t help but confirm in the courtyard, "Why do you call her mentor?"

"She is my mentor," Ian admitted honestly. "My medical skills, besides self-study, were initially taught by her, and she still guides me now."

"So... she’s a doctor?" Justin only knew she tinkered with some herbs but didn’t know she was skilled in medicine.

Ian reached over, patting his shoulder in a friendly manner, "CEO Kingston, you’ve married a treasure."

Watching the departing Volvo, Justin remained in shock; Ian wouldn’t lie.

Isn’t this woman too low-profile?

With Ian’s recent exposure, hasn’t she thought about revealing anything? Not considered catching some attention? At the very least, it might change his mom’s view of her as a country woman.

Today is a workday, so Justin had to go to the company.

Before leaving, he went into the living room.

Mia was lounging on the sofa, her legs resting on the coffee table, casually munching on seeds, flipping channels with a remote, her whole demeanor quite elevated.

Knowing Justin was approaching, she didn’t glance at him.

Until his tall frame blocked the TV screen, Mia put down the remote and stood up, "What’s up? Mr. Kingston, are you suddenly interested in your wife?"

"Can you treat burns?" Justin sincerely asked, looking into her eyes.

Initially about to leave, Mia froze upon hearing this.

He added another sentence, "Not for me, it’s for my mom."

"Let me think first whether I can treat it before answering you!" Finished, she proudly turned upstairs, casually flicking a shell backward, landing directly on Justin’s bangs.

Justin’s gaze darkened but he seemed helpless with her.

Given this woman’s personality, she would negotiate terms with him.

Casually brushing off the shell from his bangs, he turned and left.

In the rose-filled courtyard, the air carried the fragrance of flowers, and the driver opened the Lamborghini’s door for him. Justin glanced back at the villa, then got into the car. As the car was starting, Ian sent a text message—

"Fate has healed you, love has healed you. If you can keep eating, eat for a lifetime, wish you well."

Staring at this message, he didn’t want to believe this nonsense!

Why is it only her cooking that counts? It’s not scientific!

Upstairs in the living room, Gigi and Dolly shook their heads, sighed, showing regret—

"Mommy, it seems like your little secret is exposed!"

"Just got caught off guard by Uncle Shelby! Haha!"

"Isn’t it surprising? Aren’t you surprised?"

"Mommy, why aren’t you talking? What are you thinking?"

Mia looked composed, completely indifferent, "Do you think we can still be low-key? Can we live a peaceful life?"

"No way!" Gigi teased her, "The identity of Mrs. Kingston alone won’t let you be low-key!"