"Oh, Mabel Quinn, are you looking for Kyle? I’m really sorry, Kyle was too tired last night, and he hasn’t gotten up yet," Francine Howards’ lazy voice came through the phone.

"You... are you with Kyle?" Mabel Quinn felt her voice trembling. She had dialed Kyle’s phone, but the one answering it was Francine Howards, and the phone’s location was at a five-star tavern.

"Yes, I heard today is the day of your surgery, right? Tsk tsk, how pitiful, but Kyle probably doesn’t want you to have his child, does he? So, marrying you was probably just for novelty, don’t you think? How much do you think he really loves you?" Francine Howards’ voice came through.

Mabel Quinn bit her lip tightly, feeling her hands shaking. Francine... actually knew about her abortion. Who told her? Was it Kyle?

Too many guesses flashed through her mind, but she had no answer.

She didn’t even know how she ended the call; in the end, she just held the phone tightly, almost as if she wanted to crush it.

She wanted to cry, but... it seemed like there were no tears left, she couldn’t even cry...

...

On the other side, Francine Howards put down the phone and deleted the call record. She put the phone back in its place, glanced at the man sleeping on the bed, and then raised her hand to touch her neck.

Last night was too terrifying. When she thought her neck would really be snapped, he suddenly threw her aside. At that moment, her head hit the coffee table, and she immediately passed out.

When she woke up this morning, Kyle was already lying in bed, and she was collapsed next to the coffee table. Although Kyle was lying in bed, the bed was a complete mess, the sheets were torn like they’d been shredded, and Kyle was lying there in a very exhausted pose. If she hadn’t checked his breathing and found it normal, she would have thought there was something wrong with him.

Just then, she heard Kyle’s phone ringing. She instinctively picked it up, saw the caller ID was Mabel Quinn, and answered it without thinking, saying those things.

Now, she bit her lip slightly, thought for a moment, tidied herself up a bit, then took the key card and left the room, as if she had never been there.

At this moment, Francine Howards could only complain that the "ingredient" added yesterday didn’t go as she had imagined. If Kyle investigates afterwards...

Francine shivered again, touched her neck once more, and began contemplating what excuse she should use to explain it away...

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When the servant knocked on the bedroom door, came in, and told Mabel Quinn that Kyle Kinston had returned and was waiting for her downstairs, Mabel Quinn realized more than two hours had passed.

He... had come back?

She stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and headed downstairs. When she saw his figure, her steps suddenly became heavy.

It felt like she had to use all her strength to take each step.