Clearly, they are so close, yet she can’t see clearly...

So, is he waiting only for her willingness? Because once she had threatened with her life, unwilling to abort the child, and now he’s using her uncle’s life to force her to abort this child.

When did it become like this between them?

"Mabel, your uncle’s condition can’t be dragged on for a few more days, and it takes time for the foreign doctor to arrive. Don’t you want to save your uncle’s life? Then promise to abort the child, and I’ll call them right now." He was still persuading her.

Yet she only felt colder, chilling to the bone.

Slowly closing her eyes, Mabel Quinn’s hands clenched the white sheet tightly, as if using all her strength to support herself, to suppress this feeling that almost suffocated her.

"Kyle, do you really love me?" she murmured, once she had been utterly convinced of his love for her, but at this moment, she suddenly doubted.

"Yes, love you, love you so much." he said, his fingers gripping her chin, turning her face toward him, "I know, you may feel that I’m forcing you, too inhumane, too despicable, but Mabel, I’m just making the right choice, and you’ll understand in the future."

"Then make me understand now!" She reopened her eyes and looked at him.

His thin lips pressed tightly, silent.

She suddenly smiled sorrowfully, "Even if you love me, you still want to use the child as a condition to save my uncle’s life, right? Even though my uncle has been kind to me, even though my uncle saved my life?"

"Yes." he said, lowering his head, his lips gently touched her cheek, sucking at the tears on her face, "Promise me, okay? Mabel, promise me..."

His actions were so entwined, his kisses were relentlessly kissing away her tears.

Yet her body couldn’t muster any reaction, her heart kept sinking... sinking... as if it were falling into a bottomless abyss.

Is this his love? Why does she suddenly feel so tired? Really tired, really exhausted. The love she imagined should be warm, sweet, but between her and him, it seems constantly filled with arguments and tears.

Is this the love she wants to protect for a lifetime?

He loves her, but can still calmly plot against her, forcing her to promise to abort the child. Is such love too cruel?

Perhaps, she never truly understood him, or maybe, he never gave her the chance to truly understand him.

"Get out." Is she making this sound? It’s as if she knows she’s speaking, knows she’s talking, but every word seems out of her control, "I want to be alone for a while, I don’t want to see you today!"

His gaze darkened, his brows furrowed slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he only kissed her forehead softly, saying, "Alright, then rest well. If there’s anything, you can call me directly or let the bodyguard outside notify me."

She said no more, just as he left the ward, her hand almost raised in slow-motion, caressed the place he had kissed, and suddenly laughed, "Kyle, you love me... do you... really love me... is the love between us really the love I want..."