As for the Quinn Family, Christopher Quinn was also taking a desperate chance, signing the consent form for surgery as a family member. After all, without the surgery, Edward Quinn’s current situation would only be extended by a few more days.

When the Surgery Room door finally opened and Mabel Quinn heard the doctor say, "Everything went smoothly, the surgery was a success," all her strength seemed to suddenly drain away. Her legs went limp, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

An arm caught her waist and supported her. He picked her up, lowered his head, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it’s just that my emotions were tense earlier, and suddenly relaxing made my legs weak," she said, then pushed his hand away and stood firm again. "I’m fine now."

Saying this, she glanced at Edward Quinn being pushed out of the Surgery Room, then turned to leave. With the Quinn Family taking care of her uncle here, she had nothing more to worry about, and now it was time for her to fulfill her promise.

Just thinking about the contents of that promise, her heart ached again.

When Kyle Kinston’s hand lost contact with Mabel Quinn’s body, he felt a sudden emptiness in his palm, and his heart felt hollow.

She didn’t even look at him when she turned away.

He knew she was angry with him, but he...

Kyle Kinston pressed his thin lips tightly together and followed behind Mabel Quinn. As they headed back to the ward, just as they exited the elevator, Kyle suddenly grabbed Mabel’s arm, "Don’t ignore me."

Mabel stopped, turned to look at Kyle, and said blandly, "Don’t worry, I will keep my promise and get rid of the child."

He was momentarily speechless. He hadn’t meant to bring up this topic, but right now, facing her like this, all the words seemed stuck in his throat.

After a long pause, he finally said hoarsely, "Alright, I’ll arrange it, but perhaps it can’t be done with medication now; surgery might be needed."

"It’s okay." To her, whether it was a medical abortion or a surgical one made no difference; ultimately, she would still lose this little life.

Mabel gently lowered her eyelids. "Can you let go? I want to go back to the ward and rest."

His body stiffened involuntarily, "Do you intend to treat me like this forever? It’s just a child, merely an embryo right now. Let’s pretend this child never existed. Isn’t it good that there’s just you and me? Just the two of us are enough!" These past couple of days, she had been so distant, treating him like a stranger, making him uneasy and uncomfortable.

She kept her head down and said softly, "Kyle, do you really have not even a little bit of affection for this child, not even a little desire to keep it? If we abort it now, no matter what we exchange for in the future, we can’t get it back."

"No," he spoke just two words.

She slowly lifted her head, looking at him with disappointment. So, it was still the same answer, wasn’t it? Even if she reneged on the agreement now and insistently kept this child, what about next time? What method would he use to make her lose this child again?