Chapter 1332 - 1371: She Is Here

However, Kyle Kinston looked at Edward Quinn with a calm expression, "Do you still want to hit me? No matter how many times you want to, it’s fine."

Even though Edward Quinn found Kyle Kinston displeasing and was full of anger, at this moment, it felt like his fist had hit soft cotton, with nowhere to exert his strength.

He even had the feeling that the other party was expecting this beating, was it a desire to atone? Just like when he lost Clover back then, Asher had given him a severe beating.

And that beating, in turn, made him feel a bit more comfortable.

For such a person, what was there left to hit? Edward Quinn stopped, "Alright, you can leave now. I’ll take care of my daughter and granddaughter. As for you, the Quinn Family does not welcome you."

Edward Quinn’s words were nothing less than an eviction order.

Kyle Kinston said nothing more but turned and left the empty room. Just as he stepped out, he furrowed his brows slightly, placing a hand on his abdomen, stumbling slightly as he leaned against a column in the corridor.

Although he hadn’t shown it in front of Edward Quinn, in reality, his body wasn’t without pain. On the contrary, despite Edward’s age, his skills were clearly honed. If the confrontation had continued, it might have been difficult for Kyle to maintain his stance.

Kyle coughed, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked up sharply, seeing a figure standing at a distance—those almond eyes were looking at him.

It was Mabel!

Kyle pressed his lips together, then stood up straight, his face returning to its usual expression, lips curling into a faint smile, as he walked towards Mabel Quinn, "Why did you come over?" he asked.

"Did you finish talking with my father?" Mabel Quinn asked. She had heard from the household staff that her father brought Kyle Kinston to the room that had once been her memorial hall.

She was still a bit uneasy, so she left her daughter with the staff and came over herself. She hadn’t even reached the room when she saw Kyle Kinston walking out.

"We’re done talking," he said lightly, not wanting her to notice anything unusual about him.

But she furrowed her brows, "You don’t look well. Did something happen with my father in the room?" Even though he was smiling faintly, his face appeared so pale.

His smile seemed more like he was deliberately hiding something.

"Nothing much, we just talked a bit. Your father told me not to force you or hurt you again," he said. "It seems your father really cares about you. Finding your biological father is really a wonderful thing."

He knew her background, and he knew how much she yearned for a "home." Now, she was no longer someone without roots. She was truly a member of the Quinn Family, Edward Quinn’s daughter, and the daughter of the Clover she once marveled at.

"Is that really all?" Mabel Quinn was suspicious. The lighter he spoke, the more doubtful she became.

"What else could it be?" he asked back with a laugh, "Do you really wish that I would have a conflict with your father?"