Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife Chapter 1201 - 1240: Who Is the Real Mrs. Jun?

"There’s no need for that." Mabel Quinn directly reached out to block the doorfra, making it clear she wouldn’t let Francine Howards in. "There’s nothing for us to talk about, regardless of why you’re here. You can go back."

Francine Howards’ expression changed, the smile she had been faking suddenly beca sothing she could no longer be bothered with. "Mabel Quinn, I really didn’t think you were still alive, and that you’ve given birth to a daughter. Since you haven’t appeared for years, shouldn’t Kyle have completely forgotten about you? What do you intend to accomplish now, using your daughter to get tangled up with Kyle? Are you planning to once again beco Mrs. Kinston? Don’t forget, Kyle wanted you to abort the child back then, so he doesn’t have much love for the child now either; your child is nothing but a burden to him."

Mabel Quinn looked at Francine Howards without expression, "Are you finished with your nonsense?"

Nonsense? Francine Howards’ face turned ugly, "I’m just reminding you of the facts."

"Facts? Well, the current fact seems to be not whether I want to beco Mrs. Kinston again, but that I already am." She said coldly, "And as for you, Francine Howards, what qualifies you to say these things to ? What goes on between Kyle Kinston and , is it your place to speak? Ultimately, what are you even—Mrs. Kinston? Or Kyle Kinston’s girlfriend?"

Those words from Mabel Quinn directly poked at Francine Howards’ most sensitive spot. "Mabel Quinn, who do you think you’re talking to, Mrs. Kinston, do you even deserve to be?" Francine Howards said as she raised her hand and swung it toward Mabel Quinn’s cheek.

Mabel Quinn turned her cheek to dodge the incoming slap and imdiately returned the gesture with one of her own.

Smack!

A crisp slap sound echoed in the hallway, and Francine Howards only felt a burning sensation on her cheek; she looked at Mabel Quinn in disbelief, shocked that the woman she always looked down upon would dare to slap her.

"You... you actually dare..." Francine Howards held one side of her face, trembling with rage.

"So if you slap , I must obediently let you, but if I slap you, it’s not allowed? Francine Howards, what kind of logic is that?" Mabel Quinn said mockingly.

Francine Howards’ face was full of anger, "Mabel Quinn, I will call the police, I will accuse you of intentional assault!"

"Go ahead!" Mabel Quinn’s face was still full of mockery, completely unafraid despite the other party’s threat to call the police, "Then I can also tell the officers about how you presumptuously barged in here and said these ridiculous things. Whether I’m qualified to be Mrs. Kinston is laughable; what qualifies you to decide? Do you really think everyone considers you Mrs. Kinston in Falling City, and that makes you the future Mrs. Kinston? Instead of coming here to talk nonsense, you’d be better off working on Kyle Kinston and finding a way to get him to divorce —that would be more practical!"

Francine Howards’ face was already red with anger, but she didn’t dare actually call the police, just like Mabel said, if she did, it would only be embarrassing for her.

Glaring at the younger woman in front of her with hatred, Francine Howards sneered, "Mabel Quinn, Kyle is only montarily confused by you; he doesn’t truly love you. Don’t forget, the day before you were supposed to abort the child, he spent the night with at the Tavern."