However, Mabel Quinn pressed her lips tightly together and refused to speak. The two of them seemed to be at a stalemate.

Just then, a maid entered the living room and said, "There’s a person named Daniel Harris outside looking for the young madam."

Daniel?! Mabel Quinn was startled. Why was he here?

So she asked the maid, "Did he say anything else?"

Before the maid could reply, Kyle Kinston shouted at the maid, "Get out. Without my permission, no one is allowed to come in."

"Yes." The maid was startled and quickly retreated.

Mabel Quinn frowned and wanted to walk toward the door, but Kyle Kinston grabbed her and said, "What, are you going to find Daniel Harris?"

"Yes, since you won’t let anyone in, I can go out to meet him, right?" she said; she also wanted to figure out how Daniel Harris knew she was at the Kinston residence in Falling City.

But Kyle Kinston gripped her arm tightly and said, "I won’t let you see him. You refuse to let me regain my memories, and you won’t tell me what I did wrong. Do you truly think it’s meaningless, or are you trying to protect Daniel Harris? When you married me, was it genuinely your willing decision, or is Daniel Harris the one you truly love?"

Seeing her so anxious to meet Daniel Harris, his jealousy surged once again. It should have been his memories, yet he knew nothing. What exactly was the past between them? Why did they break up because of Daniel Harris back then? How much weight did Daniel Harris hold in her heart?

The more he pondered these questions, the more it drove him mad with jealousy.

"Kyle Kinston, don’t drag Daniel into this. He has nothing to do with our matter!" she said.

"Daniel?" he suddenly sneered, grabbing the back of her head with one hand, forcing her closer as he said, "You sure call him warmly! He has nothing to do with our matter, then who does? Why has your attitude toward me suddenly turned cold? Is it because of Francine Howards or because of Daniel Harris? Did you already know that Daniel Harris was coming to Falling City to find you?"

At this moment, he was filled with a dangerous aura, making her fearful.

She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, "Kyle Kinston, enough already?"

"Not enough!" he said, "Unless you tell me, what did I do wrong back then, what mistake was there that cannot be changed or remedied?"

She took a deep breath, her gaze falling upon his face again, "Fine, Kyle Kinston, you want to know, is that it? Fine, let me tell you; the night before you forced me to get an abortion, you didn’t return to the residence but spent the entire night with Francine Howards at the Tavern. The next day, when I called you, it was Francine Howards who picked up the phone. How do you change such a mistake, how do you make up for it?"

"Francine and me?" He suddenly frowned, his head seeming to ache again, as if shards of images flashed through his mind, yet he couldn’t see or grasp them, "Are you sure I spent the entire night at the Tavern with her?"

"Do I really need to say it more clearly?" Bringing up this matter was akin to tearing open past wounds, making her relive the feeling of despair from back then once again. The child was going to be gone, and even the fidelity of the love she believed in was gone; she didn’t even know what she had left.