"Dad." Kyle Kinston, who accompanied Mabel Quinn, also called out, seeing that his father-in-law looked quite spirited, which eased his mind.
"It's convenient to just take a cab from the airport to here." Edward Quinn smiled, noticing his daughter's complexion had improved significantly compared to before, making him feel more at ease.
These days, he spent every moment blaming himself, continuously thinking that if he had paid more attention back then, sent a few more people to pick up his granddaughter, or even gone himself, perhaps many things wouldn't have happened.
But no matter how much he regretted, it was useless; his granddaughter was lost, and his daughter seemed soulless, her health declining day by day. Thinking about the little one she was carrying, Edward Quinn's self-blame only intensified.
If Clover were still alive, would she also blame him? Blame him for not taking better care of their daughter, blame him for losing their granddaughter.
