CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 165: CONCERN FOR THE INJURY

"You’re just feeling guilty!" Lyra Grant said.

"So if you’re ever picked up by a nice car one day, can I assume you’re also doing something shady?"

"My father’s an executive. A nice car is nothing," Lyra Grant said proudly.

Mabel Quinn sneered, "Yeah, executives do earn a lot nowadays, don’t they? They can casually give someone a four or five million dollar house. I wonder if your dad’s boss knows he’s so rich?"

Lyra Grant’s expression froze. Of course, her father had been embezzling quite a bit. This sort of thing couldn’t be investigated; if it was, they’d definitely find something.

Lyra Grant turned on her high heels and returned to her office, seething with hatred for Mabel Quinn.

Just then, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and upon answering, she realized it was Evelina calling. Over the phone, Evelina kept sweet-talking, hoping she could restore her position as deputy director and even find a good job for her son in the future. Her son ended up in the police station because of her daughter, and the great job he had was lost. If he went to jail, who knows what would happen when he got out.

"Miss Grant, please be merciful and think of us, mother and son. When it came to Mabel, I really tried my best, but this damn girl just wouldn’t listen to me. I even tried beating her and scolding her, but nothing worked."

Lyra Grant initially wanted to hang up the call, since she knew in her heart that she had nothing to do with Mabel’s mother’s or brother’s job situation, and hadn’t even informed her father about it. But then something seemed to occur to her, and a smile spread across her face, "Alright, I get it, it wasn’t your fault before. How about this—when are you free? Let’s meet up, and if you can do something for me, then everything can be discussed."

After hanging up the call, Lyra Grant smiled smugly. Mabel Quinn, she wasn’t going to let her get back on her feet this time!

For the past few nights, Mabel Quinn had been watching "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" with Kyle Kinston. The series had so many episodes, plus various theatrical versions, Mabel estimated it would take at least a month to finish.

When watching, Kyle Kinston was quite quiet, merely focused on the show.

Of course, the focus seemed superficial. Mabel felt that when Kyle was watching, he was in a world of his own, as if embodying the essence of his name.

And once, when Caleb came over in the evening to report on work and saw her and Kyle sitting side by side on the couch watching the animation, he was utterly perplexed.

Luckily, his confusion didn’t last long. Caleb later secretly confided in Mabel, saying he personally went to buy those cartoon books, making Mabel express her deep sympathy.

In the evening, with Kyle not yet back, Mabel sat in the living room casually watching TV. During the commercial breaks, she stood up, rotated her neck, and twitched her body and limbs. Finally, she started doing some aerobics.

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." she chanted the beat while jumping, but halfway through, she suddenly found herself faced with a tall figure appearing without warning.

Mabel was dumbfounded; even the rhythm in her mouth suddenly died away. She just stood there, mouth agape, staring in surprise.

"Pretty good dancing." The clear, cold voice rang out in the living room.

Mabel’s face instantly turned red, her blood rushed to her head. "You... why are you back?!" she finally managed to blurt out after holding it in for a while.

"Why, I can’t come back?" he retorted.

Of course, nothing, this was the Kinston Residence, he could certainly come back. It was just... such a coincidence that he returned just when she was doing aerobics. As a result, Mabel’s face turned a deep red, and she couldn’t say another word.

Kyle loosened his tie around his neck slightly, "Not watching the animation?"

"..." She usually watched it with him, didn’t she? On her own, she hadn’t watched this kind of animation for years.

He walked over to the couch and sat down. The next episode of the TV series had already started by then.

"Should I switch to the animation?" she asked, since for the past few days, she and he had seemed to only watch the animation in the living room.

"No need," he replied flatly.

"How’s your shoulder injury?" she began to inquire about his injury. These days, he seemed to work as usual, mostly using his right hand. She had no idea about how well his left shoulder was healing.

"You want to know?" he raised an eyebrow, asking her back.

She nodded; otherwise, why would she ask him?

"Why don’t you see for yourself?" he suggested.

What did he mean? She looked at him, but saw him sitting there in leisurely fashion, not making any moves.

It took her a moment to realize that he... he might want her to do it herself, to open his clothes and check his injury.

Mabel’s face gradually turned red again. She really wanted to know how badly he was hurt, since he was injured saving her. But if she had to personally open his clothes, the image... made her feel like she would get a nosebleed.