At the same time, Kyle Kinston, sitting in the black sedan, quietly looked at the mobile phone in his hand. It was Mabel Quinn's phone, and he knew her phone's password himself. When he entered the old password, he could access it smoothly.
He opened the contacts list, and his sight fell on the "Kinston" under the family section. His heart started to beat faster, one after another, so intensely.
When he knew she was kidnapped, he almost instinctively rushed to the police station. When he saw her face, obviously swollen from being hit, he was the only one who understood at that moment how he had a murderous impulse.
And now, this feeling in his heart—was it telling him how much he cared about her?
Stop beating so intensely, stop beating!
He pressed his hand against his chest, constantly telling himself this in his heart.
Hadn't he already told himself? Don't care about her anymore; even if she is his lifeline, don't care anymore.
