But all this hope, for her now, has been shattered into pieces.

And Kyle Kinston, along the way, his gaze heavily rested on Mabel Quinn. She was too quiet now, so quiet that it made him somewhat uneasy, with an indescribable sense of unease.

What was he uneasy about? She was willing to abort the child, wasn’t she? And in the future, as long as enough time is given, she would forget this current discomfort.

A child that hasn’t been born, even if it’s just an embryo now, not yet formed, how much emotion can there be? Even if there is pain now, it is only temporary.

In the future, he could definitely make her smile, definitely could, as long as... she loves him, just keeps loving him!

The car stopped at the hospital entrance, and Mabel followed Kyle out.

The doctor and nurse who would perform the surgery were already waiting. Mabel underwent a series of pre-operative preparations.

When she stood at the door of the surgery room, Kyle said, "Don’t worry, I asked the doctor, it’s just a minor operation, you’ll be out soon."

Worry... What is there for her to worry about now? Mabel looked at the person in front of her, her lips lightly parted, "Won’t you regret it?"

"No." Kyle replied.

His answer was still so certain, not even a trace of hesitation.

And she, with a bitter smile, her heart already cold; perhaps nothing is sadder than a dead heart, just so. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He extended his arms gently, encircling her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace, "In the future, I will surely make you happy, Mabel, I promise."

She and he... will they really have a future?

The word "future" feels too extravagant for her, doesn’t it?

She said nothing, just pushing his embrace away, turned, and walked into the surgery room.

When he uttered the word "won’t," her heart also died. As she lay on the operation table, it was as if there was only an empty shell left, with her thoughts and soul drifting away.

This small life that her uncle painstakingly preserved was ultimately going to leave her, and she was powerless. This sense of powerlessness made her feel as if she was about to die.

Like someone drowning, desperately struggling to surface, wishing to find land, but ultimately only making herself sink further, closer to death.

Her love, her marriage, why at this moment, did it all feel so absurd?

Mabel slowly closed her eyes, her body once again began to feel cold, so cold as if the blood in her veins was about to freeze.

When the doctor prompted to administer anesthesia, Mabel’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

The icy liquid seemed to slowly seep into her body. Suddenly, a barely audible voice sounded by her ear, "Miss Quinn, I was entrusted by Daniel Harris to help you. What was just injected was not anesthesia. You don’t need to open your eyes; if you want to keep the fetus, you can gently move your left hand. If you wish to proceed with the original surgery, you can move your right hand."

Mabel was stunned, Daniel Harris... it was him, him helping her? How did he know she was undergoing an abortion?