Even when he was alone in this room, his mind was constantly flooded with those memories that could be called "tragic."
But now, after hearing her words, he felt a sense of helplessness and absurdity. His anger and jealousy were just because of her well-intentioned deception. If he had been rational enough, he might have noticed something amiss when Francine Howards gave him the photos.
But... whenever it came to her, perhaps he couldn't be rational at all.
"Are your eyes really okay?" he asked.
"Yes." Mabel Quinn raised her head and looked at Kyle Kinston, "It's fine now. The doctor says I just need to go to the hospital for a routine check-up tomorrow."
He stared at her, and after a long while, sighed, "Don't hide anything from me in the future. Have you ever thought that by hiding things from me, you're only making me more suspicious and anxious?"
"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong," she said. "Tonight, I made a mess of everything..."
"Do you love me?" he asked.
