His expression changed slightly, "Are you blaming for not wanting the child back then?" From Dorian, he learned that she was pregnant with the child at the ti, but he didn’t want it, leading her to choose to leave.
Mabel Quinn kept her face indifferent, "I’m not blaming you, just stating facts. Yes, I loved you back then, but when I decided to leave you, I no longer loved you. As for the divorce, if you want to divorce, that’s great, but if you don’t, I’ll sue for divorce with the court."
"Sue for divorce? Are you planning to use the na Alexander Quinn or Mabel Quinn?" he coldly retorted, "Living under a false identity, all your related docunts can be considered forged. Do you realize this could lead to imprisonnt? Even those who helped you forge these identities could be sentenced!"
Mabel’s expression didn’t change; she had naturally considered this worst-case scenario before, "So do you want incarcerated?"
He tightly pursed his thin lips; her words were so calm and indifferent, as if they were rely conducting a business negotiation, which caused him an undefined feeling of agitation.
Suddenly, he drew her into his arms, "I won’t let you go to jail. I can help manage the aftermath... as long as you don’t ntion ’divorce’ again."
She didn’t struggle, allowing him to hold her, but now, even being hugged by him didn’t make her heart flutter or her face blush, nor did she find the embrace particularly warm.
"Kyle Kinston, do you like forcing people to make choices?" she suddenly smiled, yet there was an unspeakable irony in her laughter.
Back then, he made her choose between saving her uncle and having an abortion, and now he’s making her choose between imprisonnt and not ntioning a divorce.
"What’s wrong with that? Don’t bring up divorce, stay by my side, and now that you’ve already given birth to a daughter..." He paused, seeming to struggle internally, as he had never imagined he would have a daughter in his life, and the detested Blood Curse in his lineage would continue. But thinking of the little one, his heart seed to soften involuntarily. Previously, on the way back with the little one, her voice hadn’t stopped, yet he surprisingly didn’t find it noisy. Even when he held her, it felt like holding a treasure.
So at this mont, it was as if he had made a firm decision, "I will accept this child."
"Accept?" Mabel sneered, pushing Kyle away despite the injury on her foot, "Kyle Kinston, what right do you have to talk about ’acceptance’ now? My daughter doesn’t need your acceptance."
"You—" The feeling of agitation grew more intense, her distant expression made him sowhat angry, sowhat unbearable, yet filled with helplessness, "What do you want to do so you’ll be willing to stay by my side like before?"
"You don’t need to do anything," she said, "I can’t ever stay by your side again. Kyle Kinston, what’s between us is over; I don’t want to be involved with you anymore. As for Ivy, you didn’t want her before, so now, you don’t have the right to want her either."
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