sbdcsierra Chapter 1175 - 1214: Fragments of Memory
Chapter 1175 - 1214: Fragments of Memory
Kyle Kinston pressed his lips together. Similar words hadn’t only come from the person in front of him; he’d once accidentally overheard his subordinates saying the same thing back then.
He and this little kid—did they really look that much like father and daughter? If in the future he ended up with Alexander Quinn, then this little one would inevitably become a part of his life.
He’d never been particularly fond of children, but the strange thing was, this time he actually didn’t feel any rejection at all.
"Are Alexander Quinn and Atlas Shaw doing well together?" Kyle asked abruptly.
"Yeah, pretty well," Aunt Wu answered truthfully. First, the man was a CEO and she was just an ordinary citizen—how would she dare lie? Second, he wasn’t some gossip reporter, so even if she said it, it wouldn’t spread anywhere. "Mr. Shaw is actually Miss Quinn’s savior, you know. I heard Miss Quinn say that when she fell into the sea back then, she happened to run into Mr. Shaw’s yacht, and that’s how she survived."
Fell into the sea? When Kyle heard those two words, his head buzzed all at once, as if it were about to explode. In his mind, it felt like some image was beginning to surface.
It was him—him standing on a ship, with a stretch of sea in front of him. It seemed there were many salvage boats dredging for something, and he himself looked as if he were full of madness and despair.
What was he in despair over? And when had this happened? Why did he have no memory of it?
The scene shifted again. It was still him, standing on the shore, his face still filled with despair, only no longer crazed—just a kind of dead silence.
Someone came up to him and was saying something.
He couldn’t see who it was; the person’s mouth was moving, but it was like a silent film.
Dammit, what exactly were they saying—were they saying, "Kyle Kinston, if she had never fallen in love with you, how great that would have been. Then maybe she’d still be living well right now."
Living well? Did that mean that "she" was already dead? That she died because she loved him?!
His head hurt so much, as if images were flashing through his mind one after another, but he couldn’t make any of them out. All he felt was that his skull was about to burst.
A muffled, suppressed groan tore from his throat, and his hands were already clutching his head, his face so pale there wasn’t a trace of color left.
"Mr. Kinston, are you all right?" Aunt Wu panicked. This CEO absolutely couldn’t have something happen to him in her home.
Kyle forcibly suppressed the splitting pain in his head. After a long moment, he finally let out a breath and said, "It’s nothing." Then he returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa, gently closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with his fingers, his whole body radiating a biting, forbidding aura that kept others at bay.
Naturally, Aunt Wu didn’t dare go near or say much more. She just stood to the side, silently praying in her heart, hoping Mabel Quinn could come back a little sooner.
At this moment, Mabel Quinn had just finished her treatment over at the Hospital and was being driven back by Atlas Shaw. As a matter of course, Atlas had changed his disguise again. He kept quite a few outfits, hats, glasses, and such for disguises in his car. Before getting out, he changed his jacket and put on a hat and glasses, and just like that, he really became a bit hard to recognize.
Mabel’s scrapes were all okay—minor injuries. Only the ankle was more serious. The X-ray showed a bone fracture, so they went with conservative treatment first and would decide based on how it healed.