Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"The police are still interrogating Francine Howards," Edward Quinn said, "Mabel, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for not keeping an eye on Ivy..."

But Mabel Quinn knew it had nothing to do with her father. Even if she and Kyle were in Falling City, it might have been the same outcome.

"I want to see Francine Howards. She’s the one who hates me, so if I concede, if I let her vent her hatred, maybe she’ll tell me where Ivy is." Mabel Quinn said urgently, clutching at straws. As long as she could know her daughter’s whereabouts, she would do anything.

Edward Quinn and Kyle Kinston frowned, but Mabel Quinn insisted, so finally, Kyle Kinston said, "In that case, I’ll go with Mabel to see Francine Howards." It’s better than letting Francine focus all her hatred on Mabel alone.

Edward Quinn could only nod helplessly.

In the interrogation room at the police station, when Francine Howards saw Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston walk in, she suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Mabel Quinn, Kyle Kinston, you’re experiencing pain too, aren’t you? How does it feel to lose your daughter? It’s painful, right? But what about my pain? Have you ever felt it?" Earlier, she learned from the police that her parents died in a car accident, and at the scene, Harper Kinston was not found. Previously, the police had been interrogating her about Harper Kinston’s whereabouts, and now when she saw these two, she knew they wanted to find out the child’s whereabouts from her.

"Francine Howards, the child is innocent. You should target me. You can take it out on me. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you Ivy’s whereabouts," Mabel Quinn said, holding on with the last of her willpower.

"Alright, then if you slash yourself seventeen or eighteen times, I might be willing to tell you where your daughter is," Francine Howards said venomously.

Mabel Quinn stared fixedly at her, knowing that she might be playing tricks on her, but Francine Howards was the only one who might know her daughter’s whereabouts. No matter what, she had to try... "Okay." She agreed, reaching for the military knife on Kyle Kinston’s side, knowing he usually carried it for self-defense.

But Kyle Kinston stopped her hand, saying, "I think I should do it." Then his dark phoenix eyes locked onto Francine Howards, "The person you hate the most should be me, right? The one who doesn’t love you is also me, so why not let me cut myself seventeen or eighteen times to exchange for my daughter’s whereabouts, what do you say?"

His tone was calm, but his gaze was cold and fierce, Francine Howards trembled, gritting her teeth in hatred, "Kyle Kinston, at this time, are you still protecting Mabel Quinn?"

He didn’t answer her, just said, "Francine Howards, if you think this deal isn’t good enough, you can propose other demands. But you should know, if we find our daughter ourselves, what end you’ll meet. At least if you tell us, I can guarantee you won’t suffer too much in prison."

Francine Howards squinted her eyes, realizing Kyle Kinston would never let Mabel Quinn harm herself, even if she held their daughter’s whereabouts.

So she said, "Okay, you cut yourself 18 times, and I’ll tell."