With every extra sentence Edward Quinn spoke, Kyle Kinston's face grew a few shades paler.
By the time he finished, Kyle Kinston's face was already as white as paper.
"Whether you believe it or not, in this lifetime, there's only been one woman for me, Mabel. She's the only one I've ever loved, there has never been any other woman." Though Kyle Kinston's face was pale, he did not dodge Edward Quinn's gaze in the slightest.
"Then what about that woman Francine Howards? All these years, have you been blind to the gossip and tabloid news about you in Falling City?" Edward Quinn shot back in an icy voice.
Kyle Kinston's body suddenly went rigid. It was his fault—still his fault. If back then he hadn't turned a blind eye but taken action, would there have been any reporter in the whole of Falling City who dared to publish a thing?
