It’s not the pain of the Full Moon Blood Curse, but it still suffocates him.
Mabel... Mabel...
He wants to see her, but when he stands at the entrance of the mansion, he feels a sense of bewildernt. The door is right in front of him, yet he doesn’t push it open.
Is it because of anxiety and fear?
Fearful that, as Francine Howards said, Mabel might not accept him entirely.
The death of his parents was suicide, yet it may not be unrelated to the blood on his hands, and also...
Suddenly, the tightly closed door was opened from the inside, and a figure rushed out.
Mabel Quinn, holding an umbrella, hurried to Kyle Kinston. "What’s going on? Why don’t you co in if you’re back? Why are you out in the rain?" she asked anxiously, trying hard to raise the umbrella to cover him as much as possible, although her own body was getting soaked by the rain.
Kyle Kinston stared dazedly at the person in front of him, a trace of confusion in his phoenix eyes. "Will you... leave ?" he mumbled. At the mont he saw her, the image of his mother during her death flashed in his mind, pouring gasoline on herself and then engulfed in flas.
At that ti, his mother laughed crazily, saying to him, "Kyle, you are the child of him and , destined to be lonely all your life. The blood of that demon flows in you, you are also a demon. I curse every mber of the Kinston Family to et a bad end. I curse..."
His mother’s curse, even after so many years, still seed vividly present.
"Kyle, let’s go inside first, you’re completely drenched!" Mabel Quinn said anxiously, not knowing how long he’d been standing in the rain.
"Will you leave ?" he persisted in his earlier question.
"No, no! I will never leave you in my lifeti!" she declared. "Let’s go inside quickly, you’ll get sick like this..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he had already bent down, resting his head on her shoulder, murmuring, "So, no matter what kind of person I am, you will accept , right?"
She felt that he was a bit strange at the mont, but she could sense the seriousness in his question, "Yes, no matter what kind of person you are, I will accept you."
Then, she heard him exhale a relieved sigh, followed by the words—"Thank goodness... you didn’t reject ..."
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Mabel Quinn and the few bodyguards finally managed to get Kyle Kinston into the house.
After taking a hot shower, Kyle Kinston fell into a deep sleep on the bed, while the bodyguards looked gratefully at Mabel Quinn. If it weren’t for her tily appearance, who knows how long President Jun would have been drenched outside.
After the bodyguards left, Mabel Quinn looked at the deeply sleeping Kyle Kinston. Even in sleep, he seed to be troubled by sothing, his brows slightly furrowed, his face pallid.
What exactly happened? Why was he out in the rain for no reason? What did he experience in Falling City?
She had just asked the bodyguards who accompanied him to Falling City today. They only said they went to sweep graves, but later Kyle insisted they wait outside the cetery. So they didn’t know what happened when Kyle was inside; they only knew that when he rejoined them, he was silent, rely instructing them to buy tickets back without saying much else.
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