"Sorry... I said something wrong." Mabel Quinn felt as if she was submerged in an endless sea, cold and bone-chilling, yet unable to grasp anything.
He stared at her for a long time before turning his head away, leaning back in his chair, closing his phoenix eyes, and resting them.
Mabel reflected inwardly. In front of others, saying that his mother treated him poorly, especially since his mother had already passed away, anyone would be upset upon hearing that. How could she speak without thinking?
Back at the Kinston residence, Mabel followed Kyle Kinston into the house. Kyle suddenly stopped, "That night when I had a fever, what exactly did I say?"
"Huh?" She stopped in her tracks too, blinking her almond eyes at him, a bit flustered and anxious, "I... I already told you last time."
"If it was just those words from before, then how do you know that my mother treated me poorly?" He turned around, staring intensely at her, "Don’t lie to me. I hate being deceived the most."
She swallowed the saliva secreted in her throat and then said, "You just mumbled in your sleep... uh, ’Mommy, don’t hit me.’ And you also said... If your mommy was as good to you as I am... As for your mother treating you poorly, it was just my guess. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have guessed like that."
He leaned down, his face close to hers. She could see her reflection in his dark pupils, "Is that all, nothing else? Are you really sure I only said these things?" he asked.
"... You also said you liked me." After saying this, her face couldn’t help but flush red.
"I like you?" He was taken aback, seeming a bit surprised.
She quickly said, "I know, you had a fever, talking nonsense then, I... I don’t mind. Just pretend you didn’t say anything, and I didn’t hear anything."
His gaze was profound, "Who told you to pretend you didn’t hear? Since I said it, you should keep it in mind."
Gah? She was surprised.
"Also, your guess was not wrong." He said, then turned and walked up the stairs. She stared dazedly at his back.
Did his words mean that his mother... really treated him poorly?!
Since the day Lyra Grant saw Mabel Quinn being kidnapped and chose not to call the police, she was anxious for a few days. After all, Mabel did see her at that time.
Afterwards, hearing from her supervisor that Mabel took a few days off, her anxious heart gradually settled. After all, in these days, no police came to question her, but she still wanted to know how Mabel was. Those men who put her in the car on that day—would they do something bad to her? In Lyra’s heart, she hoped those men would humiliate Mabel so she would be too ashamed to show her face, and therefore nobody would compete with her anymore.
Mabel Quinn, this is the consequence of opposing me. See, you’ve faced retribution! Lyra often thought with gleeful satisfaction over these few days, frequently checking the news, wondering if any news of Mabel being humiliated or suffering inhumane treatment would come out.
In the evening, Lyra, in good spirits, finished a gathering with friends. After leaving the karaoke club, she planned to retrieve her car from the parking lot.