Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

In a grand palace.

Taylor took his medicine on time, and the pain in his body had almost disappeared, with the sensation of soreness and swelling gone.

But his mood had sunk; he was sitting in front of the mirror, staring at his own face with some anxiety.

At this moment, Princess Catherine entered, elegantly dressed, wanting to see her son’s injuries.

Just upon seeing her, the servant was so frightened that they quickly lowered their gaze, nervously explaining, ”Princess, it was the Prince who insisted that I bring the mirror... It’s not my fault.”

It turns out Catherine had ordered not to allow mirrors in the room, afraid that Taylor would be sorrowful upon seeing his face.

Indeed, Taylor was very sad, sitting hunched and dispirited in the chair, his face filled with gloom, clutching the square mirror tightly, with anger but nowhere to vent.

”Son...”

The woman came beside him, tried to take the mirror from his hand, softly consoling, ”It will get better, it just takes some time, no rush, take it slowly.”

Still bruised and swollen, neither hot nor cold compresses helped, making him look like an oddity with one big eye and one small eye.

Taylor was very young, and still cared about his appearance, worrying his handsome looks might be gone forever.

But what good does regretting do? What’s done is done.

Then, someone entered through the door, ”Greetings, Princess, Prince.” He handed over a bottle of ointment, quickly reporting, ”This was sent by Prince Louis, apply it on your face twice a day, morning and evening.”

Catherine and Taylor both paused for a moment, exchanging a glance, then she hurriedly reached out to take it, ”...” feeling a bit glad yet mixed with complicated emotions.

Taylor said nothing, avoided his mother’s gaze with a stern face, thinking Louis did it on purpose — why not send the medicine sooner?

Just wanted him to look unsightly for a few extra days?

To teach him a lesson?

Catherine quickly unscrewed the cap, applying some on her son’s face, trusting that the effect of this ointment would be exceptional, a product by Louis must be top-notch.

After the ointment was applied, Taylor slept for a while, and upon waking and checking in the mirror, he was noticeably improved. Overjoyed, in his heart grew a touch more admiration for Louis.

It turns out Louis really is an exceptional doctor.

Riventhal.

Before heading to the office, Justin Kingston dropped Mia Lane off at the entrance of Providence Hospital.

As the car came to a stop, he turned to her, asking, ”Are you sure you don’t need me to go with you?”

”No need, just pick me up when you’re on your way home.” Mia Lane gave him a gentle smile, ”I’m going to check if Auntie Sterling has woken up, and then I’ll visit Ethan.”

”Then take care and call if anything comes up.”

”Okay.”

Watching his wife remove her seat belt and get out of the car, observing her walking into the hospital lobby, Justin Kingston felt relieved enough to drive away.

He had just received a call, there was something at the company that required his attention.

Mia Lane took the elevator upstairs, and she arrived at the door of the ward, looking through the small glass window on the door, she saw the room filled with bouquets of roses, probably twenty or thirty bunches, elegantly wrapped.

The woman lying on the bed had her head wrapped in bandages, her eyes closed tightly, seeming still unconscious.

Uncle Mills was sitting in the chair beside her bed, motionlessly holding Auntie Sterling’s hand, his expression unseen, leaving only a relatively solitary silhouette.

Has he been here all this time?

Mia Lane gently knocked on the door, seeing Uncle Mills turn his gaze upon hearing the sound, she then softly pushed the door open and entered...