"Oh, Mabel Quinn, are you looking for Kyle? I'm really sorry, Kyle was too tired last night, and he hasn't gotten up yet," Francine Howards' lazy voice came through the phone.
"You... are you with Kyle?" Mabel Quinn felt her voice trembling. She had dialed Kyle's phone, but the one answering it was Francine Howards, and the phone's location was at a five-star tavern.
"Yes, I heard today is the day of your surgery, right? Tsk tsk, how pitiful, but Kyle probably doesn't want you to have his child, does he? So, marrying you was probably just for novelty, don't you think? How much do you think he really loves you?" Francine Howards' voice came through.
Mabel Quinn bit her lip tightly, feeling her hands shaking. Francine... actually knew about her abortion. Who told her? Was it Kyle?
Too many guesses flashed through her mind, but she had no answer.
She didn't even know how she ended the call; in the end, she just held the phone tightly, almost as if she wanted to crush it.
