"Maybe for you, it makes no difference, but for me, it changes everything." It made her realize how ridiculous her past ’assumptions’ were. When she thought he was just a minor character without any lines, when she said she would write a script to make him famous in the future, to him, was it all just a joke?
"Having a friend like Daniel Harris, isn’t that a good thing? At least in this crew, no one would dare to wrong you." He said.
"Sorry, I don’t think Mr. Harris and I can become friends." Mabel Quinn lowered her eyebrows and said, "If Mr. Harris has no other questions to ask, then I’ll take my leave."
Just as she was about to turn away, he suddenly grabbed her arm, "Mabel Quinn, there aren’t many who can become my friends." Nor are there many who would dare show such disdain in front of him.
Yet she managed to do it, and he, on the other hand, felt agitated and uneasy.
"I thought honesty was the foundation of friendship. I think I’m far from qualified to be Mr. Harris’s friend." Mabel said, twisting her arm, trying to break free from his hold.
But Daniel Harris’s fingers were tightly gripping, and she couldn’t break free no matter what.
After a good while, Mabel eventually failed, biting her lower lip, glaring at the person in front of her.
"I’ll ask you one more time, is it really that hard to accept me as Daniel Harris?" He asked, staring at her.
His eyes looked as clear as ever, so clear they seemed to reveal everything, but now she knew very well that he wasn’t as he appeared on the surface.
The Crown Prince of the Harris Family, ruthless and unpredictable.
"Not hard at all, because Harry Xenakis never existed." She answered.
The next moment, he released her hand, a trace of hostility quickly flashing through his eyes.
On the way back, Mabel Quinn noticed she had a voicemail on her phone, it was a message from Kyle Kinston, informing her that he had already arrived in Falling City, and the message was sent two hours ago.
Mabel hastily sent a reply; she hadn’t had time to check her messages due to the happenings in the crew earlier.
After sending the reply, Mabel couldn’t help but gaze out the car window at the sky. It’s summer now, past 3 PM, and the sun remained scorching. Is the sky in Falling City the same as it is over here in J City?
Kyle won’t be back until tomorrow, and for some reason, even just one day without seeing him made her miss him, even the Kinston Estate she’s heading back to felt desolate.
In a cemetery in Falling City, Kyle Kinston lowered his head looking at the message Mabel had sent, pondering for a long time before closing his phone.
Before him was a double tomb, on the tombstone were photos of a man and a woman, the woman appearing to be in her thirties, and the man in his forties.
On the tombstone, two names were engraved: Regina Zeller, Easton Kinston.
They were... his parents!
After his mother died, his father brought her ashes back to Falling City, burying them in this cemetery, then made his own tombstone beside his mother’s, engraving his own name.
"Kyle, when I die someday, bury me with your mother," this was what his father had said the first time he brought him here to pay respects to his mother.
It was at that time he realized, his father was already dead inside, even though he was alive, his spirit died with his mother.