Mabel Quinn was taken aback, looking at him in confusion. Wasn’t he the one who disliked her having any ties with Daniel Harris the most?
Kyle Kinston said, "Although I don’t want you to have anything to do with him, if you want to go see him, I think it’s okay. After all, according to what the doctor just said, Daniel Harris’s condition seems not so good."
More importantly, he didn’t want her to keep thinking about Daniel Harris because of this. If she went to see him, perhaps this matter would pass. But if she didn’t, there might be a lingering regret or guilt in her heart.
Mabel Quinn was silent for a moment and then shook her head, "I’ve thought it through very clearly. I won’t go. Even if I go to see him once, what difference would it make? If his heart is truly troubled because of me, then perhaps what can untie that knot is time, not me."
Regardless of what feelings Daniel Harris held for her—guilt, remorse, or perhaps something else—she already had Kyle and didn’t want to wade into any more turbulent waters.
Just like when she decided to bury Isaac Zimmerman in her memory and treat Daniel Harris as a stranger, that bone-chilling coldness and pain gradually faded with time.
And Daniel Harris, he needs time too, right?
When Owen Finley arrived at Daniel Harris’s hospital room, he found Daniel standing by the window, as if lost in thought. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ⓝovelFire.net
Owen walked in and said, "What’s this? Feeling like checking out the scenery outside today?"
"Why did Mabel Quinn come to the hospital? Do you know?" The originally pleasant baritone voice now had a hoarse edge to it.
Owen was startled, "You know Mabel Quinn came to the hospital?"
"I just saw from the window here," Daniel Harris said. Even though it was just a silhouette, and looking down from his hospital room, it was just a small figure in perspective, he could still instantly recognize that person as Mabel.
And beside Mabel... was Kyle Kinston!
"It was because the old lady from the Quinn Family suddenly fell ill and needed hospitalization, so Mabel Quinn came to see her," Owen said. He had just found this out after inquiring at the nurse’s station.
Daniel Harris slightly lowered his eyes, a painful look of remorse appearing on his face, "These days, I often think about why I didn’t believe her then? Why did I force her to apologize to Grace Yowell? How many chances did we miss between us?"
This expression on his friend’s face, Owen had seen it many times during this period. It was just that he didn’t know how to comfort him, as he couldn’t bring another Mabel Quinn out of thin air for his friend.
"Actually, many times, I always overlapped Mabel Quinn with that little girl who accompanied me in Drumbeat Village. She gave me an unusual sense of intimacy, made me feel comfortable being with her, so I kept calling her into Han Garden, and went to the filming site several times. I knew I wasn’t going there to see Grace Yowell, but to see her." Daniel Harris’s voice continued, calmer now compared to the agitation of days past, yet in this calmness, there was an added melancholy. Then, he lifted his head and looked at Owen, that look made Owen’s heart sink—a look almost of despair, as if all the future of life had become nothing. "Owen, tell me, how many chances did I really miss with her? If I had trusted that feeling even once, it wouldn’t have become ."