Mabel Quinn was already drenched in cold sweat. If she hadn't caught her daughter just now, who knows how badly her daughter would have been hurt.
She glared at Kyle Kinston, "Is this the kind of tactic you're planning to use? Kyle Kinston, no matter what, you can't use a child as a means." After saying that, she angrily took her daughter in her arms and headed for the stairs.
The little one, oblivious, didn't understand why Mabel was angry, and thought she had done something wrong.
Kyle Kinston's body was stiff and unmoving, he didn't utter a word; his hands at his sides tightly clenched into fists, trying to suppress the pain within his body.
The pain forewarned by the Full Moon had started again; the pangs of that moment made him let go and not hold his daughter... Luckily... She caught her... Luckily...
He exerted all his strength to contain this pain, not wanting to show suffering in front of her.
