Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Chapter 1232 - 1271: Is It Not the Same

"But..." Dorian Howards still wanted to plead a bit more for Francine Howards in this matter, yet Kyle Kinston had already said, "I know what you’re going to say. You can rest assured, at the very least, I won’t take Francine Howards’s life. Just like you said, if I hadn’t been put under Hypnosis back then, maybe I really would’ve killed myself long ago, wouldn’t have held on till today, and wouldn’t have run into Mabel again like this."

Hearing this, Dorian Howards couldn’t help sighing. "Yeah, if it weren’t for the past, there wouldn’t be today."

But when Kyle Kinston heard this sentence, his body suddenly trembled. How was he any different? Back then he’d forced Mabel to get an abortion, hurt her, and now no matter how he tried to get close, she only rejected him coldly.

It really is: if I’d known it would come to this, why did I do what I did back then!

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These past few days, Francine Howards had been unsettled. That day she’d gone to tear things open with Mabel Quinn, but ended up being the one threatened instead. This left her feeling rather uncomfortable.

Mabel Quinn now is much harder to deal with than she was six years ago.

At least the Mabel Quinn from back then would definitely never have dared to slap her across the face like that.

Thinking of this, Francine Howards grew even angrier. She absolutely would not let Mabel Quinn have an easy time. Fortunately, Kyle hasn’t recovered his memories yet. Even if he feels something for Mabel Quinn, it can’t be any deep love.

As long as she can find a chance to make Mabel Quinn arouse Kyle Kinston’s disgust, then maybe she can still turn the tables.

Francine Howards came to the Hospital and got some medicine to calm her nerves. She was just about to leave when she saw Mabel Quinn over at registration, supporting herself on crutches, limping along as she registered at the Hospital.

Francine Howards was startled. Was Mabel Quinn also seeing a doctor at this Hospital? And judging from how she looked, she’d probably injured her foot.

Then Mabel Quinn must be seeing Orthopedics, right?

Francine Howards’s eyes flickered. She quietly followed Mabel Quinn upstairs to the Orthopedics floor. On the electronic screen she saw that Mabel Quinn had registered for a specialist appointment with Orthopedics doctor Fiona Zimmerman, Consultation Room No. 2.

At once, the corners of Francine Howards’s lips curved into a slight smile. What a coincidence. She’d originally planned to put in quite a bit more effort, call in a favor, and go through a few intermediaries, but now it didn’t have to be so troublesome.

Since Mabel Quinn had shown her no respect like that, then today she’d make sure Mabel Quinn’s face was properly torn down.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mabel Quinn turned away, Francine Howards slipped out of her line of sight and headed to Consultation Room No. 2 ahead of her. Fiona Zimmerman was in the middle of prescribing medication for a patient. Seeing Francine Howards, she couldn’t help being startled.

"Hey, what a rare guest. Francine, how come you’re here?" Fiona Zimmerman said. The two of them could be considered college classmates, both medical students, only Fiona Zimmerman’s family background was ordinary, unlike Francine Howards, a lady from a prominent family.

Fortunately, over the years, by relying on her own abilities, she’d managed to become an associate chief physician, and her life was considered decent. Of course, that was only compared to ordinary people. If you compared her to a socialite like Francine Howards, there was still a huge gap.

Fiona Zimmerman had been wanting to move up another rung in the Hospital, but the competition was fierce. Without some connections, with her level, she’d probably have to struggle at least another ten-plus years.

Just as Fiona Zimmerman was worrying about this, Francine Howards showed up out of the blue. Seeing Francine, Fiona was secretly delighted. Thinking back to how she and Francine had gotten along pretty well in college, if Francine were willing to lend a hand, maybe she really could shave ten years off that struggle.