After all, what he said was something she had never thought about, and it might also concern her own daughter. At this moment, her whole mind was in chaos.
Kyle Kinston pressed his thin lips together, watching her pry his fingers open, watching her hand slip out of his grasp.
He wanted to hold onto her, but his fingers were so powerless, as if everything that should have belonged to him ultimately slipped away.
Is it still too late? When he made up his mind and finally told her everything, was it still too late?
"Mabel, if... if I had told you about the Kinston Family Blood Curse back then, could there have been any difference between us?" he murmured.
She glanced up at him, "I don't know, Kyle, again..."
