CHAPTER 681: CHAPTER 681: TO TALK, NOT TO BLAME

No rush, really no rush... Monica Usher gave her two million just to let her go all out.

Putting down her phone, she picked up the design draft, glanced at it, and then started working on her design.

After a little while, footsteps came from the doorway.

Monica Usher looked up and met Lydia Ingram’s gaze. He asked, "You’re not off work yet?"

"I’ll leave after finishing this design sketch." The woman lowered her gaze and worked, her voice slightly indifferent.

From the man’s angle, he could see the snowy white skin on the woman’s chest, and his mind again entertained some improper thoughts.

Lydia Ingram sighed softly, walked around the table to her side, rested one hand on the table, and softened his tone, "Are you still angry?"

"Angry about what?" Monica Usher maintained the same attitude.

"Oh, I’m not rushing you," Lydia Ingram explained, "Nor am I saying that you went to Aethel Falls wrongly. It’s just that seeing Kingston Group already starting to have dinner parties, they seem so confident, it makes me very anxious."

"But who isn’t anxious?" Monica Usher lifted her eyelids, "You go out first, don’t interrupt my thoughts." Apart from work matters, she was unwilling to chat with him.

"Alright, alright, don’t be mad at me." Lydia Ingram’s tone softened, "You should also take care of yourself, rest early; some things can’t be rushed, just let nature take its course."

She said nothing, not intending to respond to him—a man who killed her immediately after divorcing his wife—how terrifying his mind was.

The man also found it dull, and after a few seconds, turned and left.

As soon as Lydia Ingram left, Monica Usher immediately lost interest in her design work, sighed softly, and recalled that nightmare—Lydia Ingram drunkenly pinned her heavily onto the bed.

She knows his nature very well, so she must keep her distance.

Monica Usher has changed but not to the extent of falling to such a degree. She won’t stoop to consort with anyone named Ingram.

Night gradually deepened...

Back at Hale Villa, Hailey’s mom was restless all night, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep no matter what.

The Mayor had said a heap of comforting words.

The next morning, at nine.

In the Kingston Group CEO’s office, Finn Morgan, who just went down to verify a document, walked in and immediately saw two bottles of banana milk and a piece of cake on the desk.

His lips curled into a smile, and his heart warmed.

Is Hailey Hale thanking him for taking her in, expressing it with a small token?

But really, is it that hard to just say thank you?

Still, he liked these small gestures, sat in the chair, and casually took a bottle, opened it, and drank.

Hmm, he felt the taste was especially sweet, sweeter than ever before.

In Hale Villa.

Hailey’s mom changed into a gracefully fitting dress, grabbed her bag, and started changing shoes, "No, even if I don’t talk to Finn Morgan, I must have a good talk with Hailey."

Regarding this matter, Hailey’s dad didn’t stop her, just reminded, "Then remember, it’s talking, not blaming."

"Got it, got it, didn’t you give me a lesson last night?" She really understood, "The daughter is grown, things have already happened, blaming doesn’t help much, it’s just a communication problem. I’ll find a way to repair it, to get into my daughter’s heart."

In Kingston Group, in the Vice President’s office.

The phone rang.

Hailey Hale looked at the caller ID and answered, "Hey, Mom, didn’t I say? I’ll be home for dinner tonight, staying at the house."

"I know, I’m not reminding you about that." Paige eagerly asked, "Darling daughter, do you have time now? Mom misses you, how about a cup of coffee?"

"But I’m coming back in the afternoon, right?" she wanted to refuse, not wanting to go downstairs.

"But I’m near your company, just miss you." Paige coaxed gently, "It won’t take long, just for a coffee, dear, don’t refuse Mom! I’ll be waiting for you!"

After finishing the sentence, Paige hung up the phone.