And now, the effect of that medicine on him is already negligible, only in very urgent situations would he try to take it again.
Mabel Quinn remained silent.
Until Kyle Kinston's low voice echoed in the room, "I'm sorry, if it were possible, I wouldn't want Ivy to endure this pain, but..."
Sorry... She knew how hard it was for this proud man to say sorry, how difficult it was for him to lower his head.
Now, for him to tell her all this was already quite rare. But this apology couldn't change the possible fate their daughter might have.
"If Ivy really inherits this Blood Curse in the future, how can she find her destined one?" she asked. She wanted to cry, to shout, feeling a baffling urge to vent, but as a mother, she told herself to be strong. If she couldn't face all this with strength, how could she protect her daughter?
"She can only rely on herself. The Kinston Family members, when they see their destined one, will have a sense," Kyle said.
"A sense?" she was taken aback.
