Mabel Quinn instinctively stood up from her chair, then squatted down, groping on the ground to try to pick up her bag.
"Let me do it, your eyes can’t see now, it’s inconvenient!" Lilith quickly said, supporting Mabel Quinn back to the chair, then started picking up the things scattered all over the floor.
But just as Lilith was about to pick up the two woven bracelets furthest from her, she saw that Daniel Harris had already picked up those two bracelets.
Daniel Harris picked up the bracelets, but he didn’t immediately give them to Lilith. Instead, he lowered his head and stared blankly at the two bracelets, lightly rubbing his fingertips over them, as if immersed in some memory.
Lilith couldn’t help but say, "Director Harris, those bracelets..."
Daniel Harris snapped back to reality, looking at Mabel Quinn, "I didn’t expect Kyle Kinston to give you such trinkets." One of these bracelets was the same as the one he saw on Kyle Kinston’s wrist last time, but the other one he hadn’t seen before.
However, the weaving methods of the two bracelets were the same. It seemed that Kyle Kinston must have bought them from Falling City.
But as soon as Daniel Harris said this, before Mabel Quinn could say anything, Lilith already curiously said, "Director Harris, these bracelets weren’t given by Director Kinston, they were made by Mabel herself!"
This was originally an ordinary statement, but after hearing it, Daniel Harris’s body suddenly shook, and his face immediately changed.
He turned his head sharply, staring intently at Lilith, "What did you say? Say it again?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, and his expression carried a kind of savage intensity, yet his face looked so pale under the hospital’s lights.
Lilith was startled, her voice turning stuttered, "I said... these bracelets... weren’t given by Director Kinston... they were made by Mabel herself..."
The two lightweight bracelets, at this moment in his hands, seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, so heavy, so weighty.
His breathing became rapid, as if all his thoughts had turned blank.
Slowly turning his head, Daniel Harris looked at Mabel Quinn sitting on the chair. Her eyes seemed to be looking at him, but there was no focus in her gaze. She still couldn’t see anything now.
His hand firmly gripped those two bracelets in his palm, moving step by step closer to her, "Tell me, the two bracelets that fell out of your bag, did you make them yourself?"
Mabel Quinn frowned, still seeing nothing but darkness ahead, but she could clearly feel Daniel Harris’s breath, feel how close he was.
"It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with you, Mr. Harris," she said.
Her tone was so unfamiliar, as if the person in front of her was merely a stranger.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, bent down and lowered his body, almost shouting, "Mabel Quinn, tell me, did you make these two bracelets yourself?"
This action by Daniel Harris shocked Lilith. In her impression, Daniel Harris was mostly indifferent and dispassionate. When had he ever shown such a fierce side?
"Director Harris, Mabel is still a patient, don’t be !" Lilith hurried forward, wanting Daniel Harris to let go first. Google seaʀᴄh NoveI[F]ire.net
But Daniel Harris seemed not to hear, just staring fixedly at Mabel Quinn, begging for an answer.