A month ago.
"Why do you say that?"
Mia Collins spoke hoarsely, "I caused you to fight with your wife... I know she's left your home with William Franklin."
"Oh?" Kingsly raised an eyebrow, picked up a financial magazine from the couch, and casually flipped through it, showing interest. "You think I fought with my wife because of you?"
"Isn't it?" Mia asked, her voice choked with sobs. "That day you were going to the U.S. for business, I went to the airport to find you, pretending to have twisted my ankle so you'd carry me onto the plane... I did it that day to make sure William's people could take photos of us together to show your wife..."
Kingsly showed no emotion and continued flipping through the financial magazine, saying, "If it's about that, you don't need to feel guilty." He was no saint, either.