"Do you think I'm like what the news says, having an ambiguous relationship with my uncle?" Mabel Quinn asked.
Daniel Harris smiled faintly, "Of course I don't believe it. The way your uncle looks at you isn't how a man looks at a woman. Instead, it's more like..."
"More like what?"
"More like he's trying to find some memories from you," Daniel said. "But maybe I'm just overthinking it."
Mabel couldn't help but admire Daniel's insight, "Maybe you're not overthinking it. I do resemble an old acquaintance of my uncle's."
Daniel said, "That makes sense."
When the car stopped at the gate of the village in the city, Daniel turned to Mabel and said, "Actually, as long as you say one sentence, those groundless news reports could easily be disproven, and no one in the Quinn Family would harm you anymore."
"What sentence?" she asked, puzzled.
