When Mabel Quinn followed Kyle Kinston into the Kinston Family’s Ancestral Hall once again, the sense of shock in her heart still lingered.

Now, families like the Kinston Family, which still preserve possessions of ancestors from hundreds or even thousands of years ago, along with the generationally passed-down genealogies and numerous ancestral tablets in the hall, how many of those illustrious families are left?

The true grandeur of a family is not measured by visible wealth, but by the depth and heritage of the family.

And the Kinston Family, without a doubt, is an illustrious family with a rich heritage. The only regret is... the dwindling population of the Kinston Family, adding a touch of desolation to this grand family.

When Mabel stood before the rows of tablets, looking at the ancestors of the Kinston Family and their partners, she silently paid her respects in her heart.

No matter what, the child in her belly is still of Kinston blood, so she wanted to come here, at least... before leaving, to bring the child here once, and also to inform these ancestors that the Kinston Family will have another descendant.

Even though, maybe this child won’t carry the Kinston name in the future, and perhaps for this lifetime, this child may never set foot in the Kinston Family, but ultimately, is still a child of the Kinston Family.

Moreover... Mabel’s gaze fell on the tablets of Easton Kinston and Regina Zeller, Kyle’s parents. She actually came here today to bid them farewell.

She had once promised here that she would stay by Kyle’s side, love him for a lifetime, and protect him on their behalf, but these promises are ultimately coming to an end.

Mabel silently said in her heart and then bowed deeply three times.

"Why so solemn?" He seemed a bit surprised; the three bows she gave just now were more than 90 degrees.

"It’s your parents and the Kinston ancestors being worshiped here. It’s only right." She said, "Alright, let’s go back."

"Not going to look inside?" he asked.

"No, not going to look." She said, today she came to the Ancestral Hall just to bid farewell to those tablets.

Kyle Kinston looked at the person in front of him. These days, the unease in his heart seemed to be growing stronger.

The quieter she became, not crying or making a fuss, the more restless and uneasy he felt. What’s going on with him, Kyle asked himself, does it have to be her crying and making a fuss to feel better?

He reached out to hold her hand, and she almost instinctively shrank back a little. "What’s wrong?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

She bit her lip slightly, "It’s nothing."

This time, when he reached to hold her hand, she didn’t pull away but let his large hand envelop hers.

"Why are your hands so cold?" As soon as he touched her hand, he was startled. At this moment, her hand was ice-cold.

"Maybe it was a bit cold in the ancestral hall." She said.

He frowned, then took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, clutched her hands, and rubbed her palms. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She quietly watched him, his coat still carrying his warmth, and her hands gradually warmed under his rubbing, but she still felt a lingering coldness in her body.

Maybe, once it gets cold, it becomes hard to warm up again.