"Are you ready? I’ll go to the hospital with you now." Kyle Kinston spoke.

Mabel Quinn felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. His return was only to take her to the hospital for surgery.

Surgery to remove their child.

"Did you... spend the night at the Tavern last night?" She heard her own voice asking.

He was slightly startled, raised his eyes to look at her, then seemed to realize something, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he nodded. She must have seen his location on her phone.

"So, your phone was never away from you, was it?" She asked a second question.

"Yes." He said, "I had something to deal with last night, so I stayed overnight at the Tavern." Spending the pain of the Full Moon alone in the Tavern.

She felt her lips were incredibly dry, her throat seemed to be blocked by something. It took her a while before she asked again in that dry voice, "Were you alone the whole time?"

Her unusual demeanor made his brows furrow slightly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Her gaze fell on his face, yes, what did she want to ask? Since his phone had never left his side, and Francine Howards answered when she called the Tavern, wasn’t that enough?

"Kyle, do you really love me?" She murmured, if he really loved her, why did he stay out all night? Why was it Francine who answered the phone? And why did Francine know about her abortion, while he pushed her so decisively to remove the child, was it really as simple as he said?

Or, perhaps his love for her was not as she imagined?

He pressed his thin lips tightly, only assuming she was about to pressure him again over the decision about the child. A hint of impatience flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he said coldly, "Stop saying these meaningless words. This is your promise, isn’t it? As long as I saved your uncle, you agreed to abort the child. I don’t want to force you, but I also hope you don’t force me." He didn’t want to use coercion against her, he only hoped she would agree willingly.

Mabel Quinn’s body trembled slightly, meaningless... to him, her words had become meaningless?

The words she promised... her promise...

In this moment, her heart felt desolate, and it seemed she couldn’t even cry.

Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "I know, then now, I’ll go to the hospital with you."

He saved her uncle, and she needed to fulfill her promise.

Although they were husband and wife, now between them, it was not love, just a transaction, a pathetic transaction.

And the child in her belly, perhaps it was true that they were not meant to be. And she... in the end, was just like a puppet, being a mother, yet unable to protect her own child.

On the way to the hospital, the car was silent, Mabel Quinn just lowered her head, eyes on her flat abdomen.

How much she wished she could see this child born, how much she wished she could accompany this child growing up, and how much she wished she could hear this child call her mom.