Chapter 1463 - 1504: Nannan Behaves

After a moment of silence, he stood up and slowly unbuttoned his clothes. Because he was still wrapped in bandages, he only wore a jacket over his upper body. When all the buttons of the jacket were undone, she naturally saw his bare chest and the layers of bandages across it.

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" he asked, his arm slightly raised, but his face seemed even paler.

She suddenly remembered that his military knife had also cut his arm before. In fact, every movement of his arm must have tugged at the wound.

"No... no need..." she hastily said, tears already rolling uncontrollably from her eyes. Even though one of her hands was still hooked up to an IV, her other hand gently touched his wounded area, "I’m sorry... I... I can’t do anything..."

She choked with sobs, remembering how she could only stand dazedly in the interrogation room, watching his self-harm, until he covered her eyes with his hand.

"All I want is for you to be well, Mabel." Kyle Kinston’s fingers, a bit stiff, wiped her tears away, "It’s because I let Francine Howards off the hook time and again that she was given opportunities. It’s my fault, I didn’t protect our daughter well. I will definitely find Ivy!" No matter what!

Edward Quinn, watching this scene from the side, felt deeply moved as well. Actually, it should be his fault, he was too careless. If back then he had sent more people to pick up Ivy, or even gone there himself, could this have been avoided?

Edward Quinn’s heart was filled with immense self-blame.

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F City

In front of a strict and luxurious mansion, resembling a castle, a neatly dressed middle-aged woman stood at the gate of the big house, holding a child’s hand in each of hers. In her left hand was a boy of about 8 years old, and in her right, a little girl of about 5 years old.

"Once you’re inside the mansion, make sure not to run around. Stay with mom, understand?" said the middle-aged woman. "There are many rules inside. If it weren’t for your aunt working there, how could mom have found such a job? Once inside, be sure not to cause any trouble."

"Okay, got it. My sister and I won’t cause trouble." The little boy said very seriously, looking quite ordinary, but his eyes held a maturity beyond his years. Children from poor families take on responsibilities early and better understand the hardships of life.

The little girl beside him said nothing, only sucked her thumb, with a dazed look on her pretty little face.

"I’ll look after my sister," the boy added.

The woman sighed, squatted down, and gently stroked the little girl’s head, "Be good, okay? Only then can mom afford to take care of you."

The little girl lifted up her bright eyes to look dully at the middle-aged woman, seemingly puzzled, yet also seeming to understand, nodding her head, "Good...I’ll be good..."

Such a child... so beautiful, what a pity... The woman lifted her hand and gently brushed aside the little girl’s bangs. Underneath was an unsightly scar like a centipede, marring her angelic face as if branded with an ugly mark.