After checking on Mabel Quinn’s recovery from the car accident, Brother Kuan also inquired about her uncle’s condition, then asked, "Will you continue writing scripts in the future?" Brother Kuan couldn’t help but ask, as he greatly appreciated Mabel Quinn’s talent, believing that if she continued in this field, she would undoubtedly beco a great screenwriter. Indeed, her current work, "Empress," was selling exceptionally well, and many who had seen samples predicted this microfilm had the potential to be a hit.
"I will. This career, I plan to stick with my whole life." Mabel Quinn replied.
"Will you return to Falling City in the future?" Brother Kuan then asked.
Falling City... In Mabel Quinn’s mind, she thought of the Kinston Family Ancestral Hall, recalled her marriage registration with Kyle Kinston... "Yes." She responded softly.
Falling City... Once she thought her later years would take root and flourish there. No matter what, she still wanted to visit once more.
The city marked deeply with the imprint of the Kinston family.
"Alright, then I wish you smooth sailing from now on." Brother Kuan said sincerely.
"Thank you." Mabel Quinn smiled, shaking hands with Brother Kuan. Smooth sailing? It might be exactly what she needed right now.
After leaving the Corporation, Mabel Quinn had the Driver take the car straight to the cetery, where she bought candles and incense from a shop outside, then walked alone to her father’s tombstone, while the two bodyguards responsible for her safety stood at a relatively distant spot as instructed by her.
Luckily, it wasn’t a typical day for visiting graves, so the cetery was particularly quiet. Even though the bodyguards stood farther away, they could still clearly see Mabel Quinn’s figure. If anyone else appeared beside her, they would spot them imdiately.
Mabel Quinn lit the candles and incense, and solemnly bowed three tis before her father’s grave.
"Dad, I have to leave now, I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again, but next ti, I’ll bring my child to visit you. Don’t worry, I’ll live well. Just as you loved back then, I’ll love my child the sa way."
She spoke softly, looking at the photo on the tombstone, her eyes once again moistening.
Even though this father shared no blood relation with her, he was the most important person in her life.
Without him, she wouldn’t be in this world for long.
Mabel Quinn stayed in the cetery for more than an hour, just chatting with her father. When she finally left the cetery, she headed to the Hospital.
Her uncle was still in a coma, but the doctor said his condition was improving. Based on past cases, it was only a matter of ti before he woke up.
However, precisely when he would wake up was impossible to predict.
During these days, the Quinn Group was almost driven to distraction. Christopher Quinn had taken on the role of the Quinn family leader, but faced with the family’s vast enterprises, was at a loss as to how to alleviate this crisis. After all, Edward Quinn had been in charge for so many years, and Christopher had only been living a leisurely life as the second young master of the Quinn family, enjoying days of left and right embraces. Suddenly thrust into a high position, not to ntion his inability to adapt, his capabilities were far from enough.
Fortunately, his eldest son, Thomas Quinn, was quite capable. Essentially, Thomas was handling most of the business within the Corporation these days, while Christopher was just assisting.
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