Chapter 1462 - 1503: Wounds

"You better let the doctor treat your injuries right away," Edward Quinn said. Especially the blood on his son-in-law, still flowing and not stopping. If it continues, he’ll lose too much blood.

But Kyle Kinston seemed not to hear, only gazing at Mabel Quinn lying on the hospital bed, being treated and examined by the doctor.

Edward had no choice but to ask the driver beside him to quickly find a doctor to come and treat Kyle Kinston’s wounds here.

Thus, in this single room hospital, Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston were essentially receiving treatment at the same time. When Kyle Kinston used a knife to stab himself, he avoided the vital parts, but he still had wounds. And upon learning Kyle Kinston’s identity, the doctor naturally became more nervous.

After all, he was the Elder Kinston of Falling City!

However, while the doctor was stitching Kyle Kinston’s wounds, he seemed to feel no pain at all, didn’t even show any change in facial expression, just kept his gaze fixed on Mabel Quinn lying on the hospital bed.

Once all the wounds were stitched up, Edward Quinn asked Kyle Kinston to change into clothes he had someone buy.

"No need to change," Kyle Kinston said. He had no inclination to change clothes now.

"Don’t you want Mabel to wake up and see you covered in blood?" Edward Quinn asked.

Only then did Kyle Kinston change into clean clothes and stayed by Mabel Quinn’s side.

When Mabel Quinn woke up, she only saw her father and husband by her bedside.

"Ivy... has Ivy been found?" She struggled to sit up, her mind filled with thoughts of her daughter. Even while unconscious just now, she dreamed of her daughter covered in blood, calling out to her, but she could do nothing, couldn’t even hold her blood-soaked daughter in her arms, only watched as her daughter drifted farther away.

"We’re looking for her," Kyle Kinston said. "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find Ivy."

"Definitely...?" Her hand gripped his arm like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood.

Kyle Kinston’s face instantly turned pale. Her hand happened to grasp his wound, yet he showed no sign of pain. "Definitely," he affirmed. "Dad and I have dispatched additional people. There should be news soon. You need to rest well, not just for yourself, but for the child in your belly."

Mabel Quinn instinctively lowered her gaze to her abdomen. There’s a little life inside her, and Ivy... she knew she couldn’t let herself collapse now.

"By the way, your injuries..." Mabel Quinn suddenly recalled his previous self-inflicted eighteen hits in the interrogation room, urgently wanting to know about his injuries.

"They’re just minor injuries. The doctor has already taken care of them," he downplayed.

"Minor injuries?" Mabel Quinn’s voice choked. How could they be minor injuries? "Let me see for myself." She wanted to see his injuries with her own eyes to be at ease.

"Don’t look, they’ve all been treated. Besides, dad is right here." Kyle Kinston said.

"I want to see," she insisted, her almond eyes covered with a mist but unusually resolute.

Kyle Kinston pursed his lips. Her resolution made him understand that if he didn’t let her see his wounds, she wouldn’t rest.