Kyle Kinston smiled and took out a Swiss Army knife, casually stabbing it into his own body.
"Kyle!" Mabel Quinn suddenly screamed, wanting to stop her husband, but Kyle Kinston was too fast; by the time she grabbed the knife, he had already stabbed himself three times.
"It's nothing," Kyle Kinston said casually, raising his other free hand to cover Mabel Quinn's eyes. "Don't look, it's not good for your health. This bit of pain is nothing to me."
Mabel Quinn's tears fell like rain, and she understood the meaning behind Kyle Kinston's words. Her body was still pregnant, with a small life inside her belly, and any injury or shock would be harmful.
The next moment, she felt his hand slip from her fingers, the sound of the knife piercing flesh again and again made her whole body tremble. But she had no way to stop it.
